Riley sat at the dinner table in the pack house, she practically inhaled her steak and potatoes. She felt starved. Her hair was slightly damp, and she was dressed simply in a tank top and a pair of Keidan’s old sweats. She felt like when she wore his clothes, and slept in their bed. She could still smell his scent, and that brought her some comfort. She was angry. So soon that she had lost her mate, and she was no where near over it. She had nightmares, and all her angst did little but make her alpha abilities, and wolf that much stronger.
Riley was slowly becoming a force to be reckoned with, her rigorous training and duties for her pack made her strong, as well as distracted her somewhat from her grief. His mark was still visible on her shoulder, though it would disappear if she allowe
