Ronan POV
The trail wound further and further southwest, closer to the boundaries of the Yosemite pack. It made me nervous. My pack couldn’t have another run-in with them; not when relations were as strained as they were.
Though I wouldn’t scoff at a reason to rip out Travis’s throat.
I raced ahead of Xavier, wanting a chance to stretch my legs and push my body. There was something simple about running hard that was cathartic and soothing. I couldn’t worry too much when I was sweating and panting up a storm. Xavier growled in irritation, not willing to expend the energy to keep up with me. That was fine.
I grinned, my large tongue lolling out of my mouth as I gulped down air. The vamp’s scent was growing closer and fresher. I knew we’d catch up soon.
Then I f****d up.
Xavier was too
