Avery’s POV
Behind us we could hear the snarls and baying of the rogue wolves as they attacked Gideon’s wolf. I felt a pang of concern, worry that we had left him to be overrun, but my wolf did not stop. Her powerful haunches propelled her forward through the trees with incredible swiftness.
‘If he does not survive then he does not deserve us,’ she informed me primly, ‘Even I could hold off that many alone. Let him vent his bloodlust and then we will decide if we will accept his company.’
I thought, not for the first time, that the ways of wolves were so strange. I knew that my wolf did not truly understand why I had rejected Gideon after our coupling. She didn’t feel emotional hurts the way humans did.
When she wanted something, she took it. When someone hurt her, she hurt them back
