Myra watched Draven’s disheveled form with wide, panicked eyes, but they surged with calm when their eyes met.
“Draven? What’s wrong?” She called, but before she could say another word, he slammed into her with a hug. Myra's body stiffened in confusion under his hold, her posture doubling over.
Without a word, Draven dragged her wrist, leading her back to the last tent on the far east edge of the camp, ignoring all of Myra's words.
“Draven! Stop!” I said, “Stop!” As they entered the tent, she called out to him, while the alpha paced back and forth like a madman, and Myra watched with a perplexed expression, her anger restrained.
“I told you to stop. “Why the hell aren’t you listening to me?” Her words died down when she saw how pale the alpha’s complexion had gotten.
“f**k, Myra, you
