Gianna POV
I came out from the corner of the pack house where I was hiding, waiting for the perfect time to pass through the gate. I was about to leave, but Beta Easton appeared and blocked my way; his movement was fast, too fast for human eyes to keep track of. The way he looks at me shows that he had been watching me for a while, but I hadn't taken notice of him. That means Beta Easton knew that I was trying to run away from the pack house.
"Where do you think you are going?" He eyed the single handbag that was hanging on my shoulder and said, "Isn't it too late for you to go on a stroll?"
"I'm not trying to go on a stroll; I'm leaving." I said boldly. I have been caught, so there is no need to try to pretend when the truth is obvious.
Beta Easton quickly dragged my bag out of my arm
