I had no recollection of running.

Rhys's remarks poisoned the air around me as I watched him leave in Michael's body while forced up against the wall.

The next, I was outdoors running for the outer cabins while the chilly wind tore at my face and my lungs burned.

My wolf had stopped talking. She was pacing. growling. shaking.

Like an animal getting ready for battle.

Maya's hands were already fidgeting at the hem of her shirt as she stood outside the healing wing, pacing in discomfort. ...