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The run allowed me to relax. By the time I returned, I felt I had finally gotten rid of the pent-up emotions and impulses after twenty miles (ten toward the camp and ten back) of running. But after I’d shifted into my human form and gotten dressed, I emerged from between the trees to find Bryn talking to Dom. They weren’t standing close to each other, there were still a couple of feet between them, but he’d managed to put a slight smile on her face—the first one I had seen from her since I saved her from Troy.

My heart began to pound at the sight of her face—the way her cheeks lifted, the slight spark in those beautiful, gemlike eyes—but my wolf growled at Dom’s proximity to her. In that moment, my wolf almost saw Dom as an enemy, someone who could never be near her like that. Fortunately, the run had tired my wolf enough for me to take control. Instead of going over and pulling Bryn to my side, I made a brief, sharp whistle, calling my team to attention. Dom immediately jogged from B