C13 The Alpha's Mate that cried Wolf!

I discard my heels and run in my tights as fast as I can.

‘Get her boys!’ Zenith yells; John and James chase me in their wolf forms. I run through the trees and slip, rolling down a hill dangerously quickly.

Covered in more scrapes and dirt, my hair is messy with leaves and twigs sticking out on all sorts of angles. I continue to run.

‘Ryker!’ I scream