Grayson returned to the woods with a low rumble vibrating in his chest, fury making his muscles tense in his body. Betty’s blood was still fresh in his mind, her limp, her fear, the way she had almost collapsed before he dragged her out of danger. The rogue that had bitten her was still out there, and Grayson had no intention of letting him touch another soul.
He shifted mid stride, bones snapping and molding until powerful paws hit the forest floor. The surge of speed that followed was instinctive and merciless. He inhaled sharply, the rogue’s scent cut through the cold air, sharp, wild and unwashed.
The rogue must have sensed him too, because a moment later Grayson caught a flash of movement ahead. The wolf bolted.
Grayson growled and chased harder, weaving through trees, claws diggin
