ALBERT POV
I was on the wrong side of the river when the first howl split the air. It hit me like a slap and my whole body answered before my brain even caught up. I bolted.
Dirt and rock gave way under my feet as if I’d been waiting to leap my whole life. I ran like a thing with no patience for thinking, until the trees thinned and the dark ribbon of the river lay between me and her and, form the sound of it, other Wolves too. I didn’t hesitate. I dove.
The water hit me like knives. For half a second the world contracted to ice and current and a single, hot, desperate thought , her, Olivia.
I clawed across the river, arms burning, every stroke a promise. On the far bank I hit mud and stones and hauled myself up, seething with fury.
I was so going to spank her ass, tie her to the bed
