GRAYSON’S POV
The sound of my heavy paws thumping against the forest grounds ring through my ears , the feeling of the leaves crunching underneath my paws and the wind blowing through the short hairs on my body felt like I was free of any anger that was rippling through my veins . I halt in my steps as I catch a glimpse of guards patrolling the boarders of the Argent Pack .
I step behind a tree , lowering myself to lay down onto the damp grass as I hid from their sight .
I watch as they keep on walking , they aren't very good at their job if I can simply just hide just here .
I whip around as I hear someone clear their throat behind me , I stand tall , hovering over the guy with light brown hair , his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at me .
Well , at least this one is good at
