Chapter 50- Slade

I stop following my mate and I let her go. Sloane has made it clear she doesn’t want me around, especially not tonight. When they are nothing but specks in the distance, I walk over to the memorial tree, and bow my head. I pay my own respects to Jack and Ava Cross. I pull the dove I carved from my pocket and set it against the roots of the tree.

My throat is thick, “I will take care of them both, moon as my witness. Rest easy.”

It is a promise I intend to keep, no matter if Sloane opens herself up to the mating bond, or rejects me for another wolf completely. It is my duty as both a wolf, and the one the moon bestowed on me upon our pairing.

Afterwards, I strip myself bare and make for the trees. I become one with my wolf and run until the restless energy dissipates, until some of the pain and tension leaves me. I might have run all night long, until something pulls me back.

I hear my mate’s screams after I am already running back towards the clearing. My paws tear across the soil, a