REBECCA
Riding a massive, angry wolf while recovering from a stabbing side wound was not a nice experience: there was not a single part of me that didn’t hurt when we finally got to Silver Creek, and I got to dismount.
You okay?, Reiner asked, worried, slightly nudging my belly with his nose.
I nodded and petted his snout. Just some soreness, don’t worry.
I’ll never not worry.
I huffed. Let’s focus on the actual problem, now.
Which was also the reason we were there: the fact that asshole of the Dark Claws’ Alpha had decided to get out of his lair and take captive one of our patrols.
A warm huff of air moved my hair: Alpha James was right beside us, and he was definitely not pleased with the situation – not with the fact that our enemy had dared to capture our own, and even les
