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Yet again, it hit me that I was in the middle of the woods surrounded by a pack of psychotic wolves whose own Alpha could snap at his beta for no apparent reason. I shivered and held my arms tightly around myself. How could I have ever felt secure in Night’s presence when he was capable of acting so unhinged? What could be waiting for me at the Wargs compound? Would I even make it there with Night acting like this?

After a few more tense moments, Night slowly stepped away from his beta, but his shoulders were still taut with rage. Dom, keeping an eye on his Alpha, slowly walked toward the spot where the ripped pants had landed. He gathered them up along with the shoes and reached up into the branches of a nearby pine tree. He pulled down a black bag and stuffed the clothes inside it.

Now that the clothes were gone, Night’s shoulders finally began to relax. He kept a close eye on his beta, watching him move to one of the nearby trees. Dom pulled down another bag from the branches and r