‘I don't want any…’ she tried again.
‘Eight,’ he muttered. He wrinkled the corners of his mouth and a sly grin appeared on his face. ‘I'd run if I were you,’ he added playfully.
Without hesitation, she bolted into the yard. The sneakers she wore were a blessing as she navigated through the darkness. Knowing the pack house so well, she was determined to find a place to hide or to run to. However, the alcohol had made it difficult to come up with a plan, and she stumbled over her own feet, unable to focus.
‘Think, think,’ she muttered to herself urgently. In the distance, she heard the Alpha counting down, ‘Three...two...one...’ and then silence. She stopped in her tracks and looked around frantically. Her eyes landed on the large walnut tree, and she ran towards it, hiding behind the th
