Can't Run Far Enough

Times like these make me grateful for my upbringing. If Deadrick Pride hadn’t treated me so poorly from the time I was born, I never would have developed my evasive skills. Avoiding the other guards, Wesley, my father, and Alpha Nolan honed my ability to stay out of sight.

Strange to think the tactics I use to avoid attacks are now being used to avoid uncomfortable interactions with Rafael.

I doubt he’s gone far from my trailer, so I don’t want to be anywhere near home. Milla grumbles within me, and I try to ignore her sourness.

“We have to eat and rest sometime, Makayla.”

“I’ll hunt this evening. We’ll live until then.”

She grumbles again and goes silent. Fine by me.

I spent the morning patrolling the fringes of River Crest’s territory, stretching my senses to their limits. Every rustle in the underbrush sets me on edge; my nerves are wrecked. Deliberately avoiding everyone from the pack, my father, Alpha Nolan, Alpha Thane, and Rafe… Why is this happening to me? Why did I have