Knut
Late in the day, I washed my face in the stream. My head still throbbed with the pressure of resisting the Alpha’s call. I was running out of time.
All afternoon Hazel had been quiet. I hadn’t meant to scare her, but my control was so thin. It was all I could do not to pounce, drive her to the ground, and bury myself deep inside her. I’d f**k her hard and long, until she forgot everything but the feeling that we were one.
She deserved a stronger mate. I was stronger than most living things on earth, but I was not strong enough to let her go.
I dashed my reflection, marring the image before I headed back to the hut.
The storm had died away but the day was still cold, an unseasonal chill for the middle of summer. The smell of smoke on the wind made me uneasy. The Grey Men would no
