chapter 112

Ridge

I’ve never been more happy to see another pack’s territory than I am when we race into the East Pack village.

I lost feeling in my legs ages ago. I’m running on fucking autopilot, putting one paw in front of the other because I have no other choice. If I feel this exhausted, this much like a worn out piece of shit, I can’t even imagine how Sable feels. She had no time to get used to her wolf form before we ended up racing all over the fucking state of Montana.

But she hasn’t said a thing. Wolves are built for running, and shifters can go harder and faster than most, but even still, we covered more miles in the past twenty-four hours than I ever thought possible. I want to get her to Archer’s cabin where she can rest and recuperate. All of us, really. We don’t need to be racing he

adlong into war while our bodies collapse.

The East Pack village is untouched since we last saw it, and for that I’m thankful. The whole way here, I worried we would be too late. I worried we’d find the