'Heading back to the Packhouse' had sounded like such a simple thing for us to do, but we had barely started walking and I needed to sit down.
My head was spinning the same way it had been when I was locked in the silver cell, and I was embarrassed that I had to go and throw up when I tried to push through and keep up with the others.
I was a little ashamed of myself, but Alpha Walker was understanding, and he didn't humiliate me about it.
When I insisted I didn't need to rest, he picked me up and held me in his arms - it was a light hearted moment that made my stomach flutter and he kissed me on the forehead and told me to put my arms around his neck so he could carry me the rest of the way.
Part of me wanted to argue with him, because I felt back about him having to carry me all tha
