Nate Pov
The way I ran was fast and uncoordinated. There were no plans, no time to stop and talk, nothing. I was filled with hope, with anger, with determination. I ran past the training grounds where the three bunnies were running back and forth frolicking under the moonlight, guards for all three of them standing vigil as they watched them, unsure what else to do besides make sure they stayed inside the pack and weren’t hurt in any way. I ran past them, my nose angled at a forty-five-degree angle in the air as I ran, her scent in my mind as I searched for her. I didn’t need to smell her clothes, or to stop and breathe in her scent in our room, because I knew her scent like I knew mine, I knew every dip of her body, every scar, every curve. I knew every beat of her heart, and I knew with
