Book Five, Chapter 95: A Test of Hustle
~Antoine~
The wind carried away my shame, my weakness.
It whispered through the trees, filling me with the strength and joy of the pack. The wolf reveled in it, delighted to belong, to run, to protect. I felt the pull of Serena—no, the pack leader—like a thread in my chest, binding me to her will.
There was another force in the distance, but Serena shielded me from it. I hardly noticed as other wolves fled or defected. They were weak. I was not.
She was the storm, and I was a part of it. A vital part.
She leads, and we follow.
The pack surged around Kimberly, and my wolf heart soared at the sight of her. She will join us, it thought. Serena’s jaws would mark her, and Kimberly would belong to the pack, just as I did. Just as we all did. It was exhilarating.
It was perfect.
It could be this way forever.