NYX'S POV.
Few days had passed and I hadn't seen Theo, or Xander in the Pack house. Camilla too had gotten tired of stalking me, now that she was sure Xander was hers.
I gritted my teeth, hating the jolts of pain that sluiced through me at intervals, whenever I thought about him. The pack had been thrown off his balance, and barely anyone had time to think about me.
I was tired of waiting, tired of being indoors. My wolf needed a run, but I couldn't let her out now, not yet. Wearing a sports bra on spandex tights, I shrugged on a pair of trainers, wrapped my hair into a messy bun and headed for a jog in the woods.
Running for miles into the woods down the path that had led out of the pack lands into the next neighbouring clan I stopped to catch my breath, my gaze still lingering on th
