Annalise's POV- Right after the attack.
My body won't stop shaking the entire walk back to the packhouse. Not once did Archer try to set me down, and I am grateful because there was no way I was going to let him go, not after the nightmare I had just experienced.
I need him to hold me and never let me go. I can't trust myself alone anymore.
I still can't believe I stripped down and ran off alone in the woods. My mind was so addled by the overwhelming hormonal urges of my first heat that I wasn't thinking, I was just reacting.
"It's because you aren't being smart," My wolf huffs, offended that I haven't listened to her this entire time. "If we had already given in to our mate, we wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with."
Hearing her berate my choices makes me angry, not
