D O M I N I C
The wind was cold against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy anger that was coursing through my veins.
Tricia.
How could she?
She was supposed to be my best friend. She was supposed to be a member of this pack. And yet, she was the one who had caused the most trouble, the one who was trying to rip everything I had built apart.
I could feel my wolf growling, restless, his anger matching my own. He wanted blood, he wanted retribution.
As I ran through the forest, my paws pounding against the earth, I let the anger fuel me.
The scent of the prey was strong, the animal's fear sending a rush of adrenaline through my body. My wolf reveled in the hunt, in the chase. It was a primal instinct, a deep rooted desire to prove my dominance, my strength.
And as the ani
