KIRA

The ride back took two days.

Two days of turning everything over. Everything that had happened. Everything I'd done. Everything I'd learned.

I'd used my power on nearly thirty wolves at once. Commanded them all to submit with a single word. And it had felt incredible. Terrifying. Intoxicating.

Addictive.

"You're quiet," Dante said on the second evening as we made camp.

"Thinking."

"About?"

"About how easy it was. Forcing them all down. Making them helpless." I looked at him. "About ...