VANESSA'S POV
My wolf's paws hit the ground in a steady rhythm as I race through the forest toward Reign's estate.
Trees blur past me, branches whipping at my fur, but I don't slow down. I can't slow down. Not when I'm this close to finally making him see what he's throwing away.
'Good,' my wolf purrs in my head. 'We show her. We show the little omega she doesn't belong here.'
Damn right we will.
My phone vibrates in the small pack I'm carrying in my mouth, and I know it's another text from Hector, my informant inside Reign's pack. The gamma who's been feeding me information for the past few weeks in exchange for money and the occasional f**k.
Everyone has a price. I learned that from Reign himself.
I push harder, my muscles burning as the estate comes into view through the trees.
