(Santiago’s POV)
f**k. She looked amazing. I gotta breathe and get as far away as possible.
“You need to get your stubborn ass in there and mate with her,” my wolf says.
“She is not our mate. She is a business arrangement,” I fire back. “We can’t get emotionally or physically involved at all…period. Now, I need to run. If I shift, can you be trusted to run to the forest and not back to Bella in the pack house?”
I all but hear him roll his eyes as he agrees. I shed my clothes and throw them in the hedges, then shift mid-stride. My bones breaking echo in my ears as my skeleton takes my wolf’s shape.
Dirt flies behind my massive ebony-furred paws. The crinkling leaves and twigs that break as I sprint through the trees relieve the knotted muscles between my shoulder blades.
“Run
