-Kingston POV-
We run through the forest in our wolf forms. I can sense someone following us but they aren’t fast enough to keep up with us. We continue running without stopping for nearly two hours. But I can tell that Alana is getting tired. It is now mid-morning.
I decide to stop for a few minutes. Alana quickly lies down on the snow. She steadies her breathing. I sit next to her watching her. Making sure that she is okay.
She is a beauty of a wolf. Her hair is a dark reddish color and her eyes shine a bright amber. I can feel how much Azrael is admiring her.
‘Give me control.’ Azrael says.
I don’t question him and give it to him. He gets closer to her and starts smelling her on the neck. She tenses up but stays unmoving and watches him carefully. Azrael moves around her look
