My wolf ran until we were far beyond our pack’s territory, but I didn’t try to stop him. If Skye wanted to keep going, to run until we both dropped, I wasn’t about to fight him. What was the point? He’d never listen to me anyway, not now, not after everything I’d done. Giving up felt like the easiest way out, even if I knew it was cowardly. I was too tired, too angry to care. Finally, he stopped, his paws digging into the ground, and he let out a howl that tore through the air, raw and piercing.
It was filled with pain, anger, frustration, and a longing so deep it made my chest ache. Every bit of it was aimed at me, like a blade pointed straight at my heart. I deserved it. My mind drifted back to that disaster of a meeting with Alessandro. Did he know what he was doing when he fed me thos
