Chapter Thirty

Zaine’s POV

I hope it looks like my wolf is hanging back to give Sophia’s wolf the lead on our run. In truth, my beast can just about keep pace with hers. I don’t mind the view from back here though, there is something hypnotic and captivating about the way the sun highlights her glossy coat. When she moves, a vivid purple colour shimmers on the surface of her fur like oil on tar, it’s like nothing I have ever seen before.

When she took off running, she knew not to head south, and headed around the pack house towards the lake in the north-east corner of our territory. At first she was a little unsteady but she soon found her feet and the trail we often use for pack runs. Torrin and the other guards are a few meters away, spread around Sophia and I in a semicircle, all of them running like hellfire is nipping at their heels. If my own muscles weren’t burning, I might find it funny. I didn’t realise how out of shape I have gotten.

The last couple of years I have spent much of my time vi