Zara
Slade’s beast finally stopped running; they were well over an hour east of the town of Greenville, when she got her first look at his beast, all black and quite large, like most Alpha wolves she supposed. His beast’s tail was flicking back and forth and his ears were flat back on his head.
Although he had finally stopped running, and she’d managed to catch up to him, he was still angry and in pain. It was more pain, she realised, as Jetta walked slowly towards him. They didn’t want to startle him, and she wasn’t wearing her necklace right that minute, and it was very unlikely he would know who they were.
He might not care to in his current state of mind; she did not relish getting into a fight with that wolf before her. He was nearly twice her size. She could fight, but wasn’t abou
