CHAPTER 162
Alaric stood rooted to the spot, his breath hitching in his chest as the silence of the forest rushed back in to fill the space where her voice had been.
The cool night air bit at his bare skin, but he didn't feel the cold. All he felt was the agonizing thrumming in his soul—a tether that was currently being stretched to the breaking point as she walked further away.
"She's not... she's not a wolf?," He wondered to the shadows. His wolf let out a long howl inside his mind, a sound of utter confusion.
The Moon Goddess didn't make mistakes. The scent was a biological fact. But that woman... she had looked at him like he was a stain on the carpet.
Behind him, across the ravine, the distant sound of howling began to rise. His father's scouts.
The pack was looking for their runaway Alpha. If they found him like this—naked, bleeding, and standing on the edge of their pack territory—it wouldn't just be a scandal.
