Rogue

Moira’s POV

The wolf's jaws hovered inches from my throat, its teeth bared, eyes burning gold in the darkness.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. The weight of its massive body crushed me into the forest floor.

This was it.

After everything, this would be how I died, killed by a wild wolf.

I had run from the only home I’d ever known. Betrayed and rejected. Left to rot like discarded prey. And now nature would finish what my pack had started.

I blinked up at the wolf. ...