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After we’d put out the fire, taken down the pallets, and eliminated any other evidence of our camp, we began to trek down to the Kootenai river. We needed to cross it to return to Warg territory. When we reached the river, my pack removed their clothing and shifted into their wolf forms because it was easier to traverse the water. I opted to stay in my human form. I threw Bryn over my shoulder, ignoring her flailing arms and stammering protests, and trudged through the cold water.

She called me any name she could think of, including “kidnapper” and “overgrown asshole,” but none of them fazed me.

“If you keep talking to me like that,” I said when she stopped yelling long enough to let me get a word in, “I’ll drop you in. I don’t think I’d mind watching you turn into a sopping wet rabbit.”

“Go to hell, Night,” she snapped, panting from all the unnecessary movements she was making.

She was weaker than she’d been yesterday. I knew this because there wasn’t as much power behind the blows s