Despite the cold weather, a strange inner peace had succumbed to me as though I had adapted to the Autumn’s chill.
The truth was, I yearned for the security of the packhouse walls, I felt safe despite Miranda and her minions or even the fact Max had been with her this entire time didn’t bother me.
Or rather, I would’ve preferred to lie on my bed and mope but I couldn’t.
Not with my wolf demanding to come out.
If I took any longer, I’d eventually come to a point to which she would eventually take over my body and pretend to be me.
My feet lethally stomped across the muddy ground, the terrifying notion of brown sludge at the bottom of my soles demotivated me more.
I glanced between both hills along glades to check for the fifth time that nobody was watching.
Once seeing no one, I ca
