Presley was walking at full speed along the paths of my pack, I could only assume to make her way back to the packhouse before planning her route home. I knew her well, and that speed walk meant she was either late or she was pissed, and right now there was no denying she was pissed. At me. I rushed after her, but something made me hang back a little. I didn’t know what to say to her to put this mess right. Nothing I said would alter the fact I had been doubting her, and a small part of me still was.
‘You are a damn fool.’ My wolf snarled angrily. Seemingly my own wolf knew my best friend better than me, or seemed to think he did. ‘She will walk away, and I am not so sue there will be much salvaging this once she leaves the pack. Calls will be unanswered and messages ignored, all because
