Clayton
The pickup thunders its way towards Midnight Moon. I look over at Frankie; she is chewing her nails and bouncing in the seat. I can sense her anxiety. Ever since Jericho made his presence known, I felt everything. My body still aches from shifting unexpectedly earlier. The distress of our mate compelled Jericho to take over and save her.
‘I’m sorry I won’t be able to shift again,’ Jericho says, and I can see him cowering like Ranger when he’s in trouble.
‘You did what you did to save Frankie,’ I assure him.
‘But now we may not be able to defend our pack,’ Jericho sighs.
‘Are you an alpha wolf or not?’ I scoff. ‘I have been in worse situations before, buddy.’
The territory's border is in view, and Frankie is growling as I pull to stop. She is out the door and shifts in a flas
