Hunter
After Clair left my office, I shifted to my wolf Max and ran around the black forest surrounding the pack house (hence the Pack’s name). It was the only way to calm the beast down. We were running for hours, into the night; until he was less feral, and I could start to think clearer.
She smelt like him. The things we said to her. The slap. Max taking control.
For a moment I was afraid he would hurt Clair.
“Of course, I wouldn’t. I’m not rabid,” he shouted in my mind.
“You were infuriated,” I argued angrily.
“So were you, she betrayed us. Our mate betrayed us.” He growled, running faster. The leaves were lifting from the ground and floating around slightly at the speed of our pace.
“She isn’t our mate!”
“But she is. The bond is still there, you can feel it too!” my wolf
