~Luke’s Point of View~
When the sounds of feet pattering picks up, everything in me says it's her. Dante agrees to shift, and when we’re on two feet, we dash through the woods. Within seconds, I see her. My heart thuds in my ears, and Dante growls through me. I’m not sure I even remember a time I was THIS angry.
She’s carrying a small flashlight, and probably nothing else. No sort of weapon certainly.
“Harlow, you are getting spanked until you can’t stand up. Do I have to lock you in a damn room,” I say, as I walk out from behind a tree about twenty feet ahead of her.
She stops running and sighs when she sees me. Lowering the flashlight, she leans forward and puts her hands on her knees for a minute, and I let her collect herself as I stalk forward.
“What the f**k are you doing? Were
