Devon

Growling as my claws tear into the mud and a torrent of rain nearly blinds me, I push forward, raging against the storm above.

A red streak runs from tree to tree in front of me. Even in human form, that beast of a woman still has superb speed. She’s more powerful now than she was before. The mate of an alpha often has the same abilities.

I’m running with a blind fury, my only intent to get my teeth into the neck of Annette.

“Come and get me! Pretty ...