CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The scent of sagebrush and dust swirls in the air as I help to pitch tents under the crescent moon. The pack moves with an uneasy energy tonight, each member casting sidelong glances that feel like they bore into my back. My hands fumble with the stakes, the weight of their stares almost tangible.
“So you’re a big shot now, huh?” Salina slinks up to my tent.
“Don’t start, Salina,” I warn, focusing on the stakes.
She chuckles darkly, her eyes glinting under the moonlight. “Always the perfect Beta, aren’t you?”
“I’m not here to fight.”
“Pity,” she smirks, “I am.”
Suddenly, I feel the sharp prick of claws against my arm. Whirling around, I see Salina in her half-wolf form, grinning with a savage delight as she pulls away. A stripe of red stains my shirt sleeve.
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