Allison’s pov
I pace the last part feeling the energy of a lot of beasts leaving, Daniel being impatient as usual, killing one in front of me, splattering blood all over my fur, making me growl at him for being an i***t. I don’t want to be dirty or stink of some feral rouge that he loves to kill.
I see them even before he does. My mate is still high on his last kill, and I stare at the three strong lights in the distance, which are so beautiful.
I don’t care about Daniel chasing stupid stragglers that hadn’t followed the main horde pulling back before we even got here.
I want to see that girl again. I can sense she is different when I sprint the last distance and stop putting some distance between us before I shift back. She looks scared, and I smirk. She’s a weird one; she can feel wh
