Chapter 32

Adrian's POV

I find Pippa at the paddock, leaning on the fence and looking at the horses. Like me, she ditched her church uniform, and she looks beautiful and fresh in her strappy top and shorts. She looks exactly as I remember her before we went on the run. She looks like my Pippa.

Hundreds of wolves showed up while we were locked in the cottage, and Monty sent his procurers out to get vehicles. They returned an hour ago with buses and a variety of trucks and the wolves are all chomping at the bit, rearing to get going.

I didn’t ask any questions about the vehicles. I am a Lycan King on my way to war, and I can’t afford to let human morals get in my way. I won’t let Caspian take us – not because I care about myself, but because I won’t see Pippa in the dungeon, dying a slow death as my mother did. “You about ready to go?” I ask my mate and slip my hands around her waist.

It feels different to touch her now. Natural. Normal even. I’m not afraid that I’ll scare her or do something that