Chapter 11

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It was fucking cold, that was all Grace could think, the woman beast who had revealed herself as Annbelle had let her go after a few miles of being dragged, Grace was deep within a land she didn't know, the ash continued to fall from the mountain. Was an active volcano? Grace could only smell death and ash, nothing else and nothing else was around.

Annbelle had said she would be seeing Grace again and simply vanished. Whatever this man she was talking about before? They put distance between them, many miles actually, enough to lose the scent.

Hiding in the gap of a rotten tree Grace watched the rain as it hit the ground with such force that her senses were slightly dulled from hearing things around her. Almost anyway.

Until she heard the steady huffs coming from a horse. What she losing her mind? Grace slightly shuffled on her bare ass to take a peek outside and saw a large brown horse walking past. Its nose sniffing the ground and the air, tracking something or someone.

A pair of leather claded legs walked past, their boots sinking into the mud and Grace saw the silver reflect off the belt that was around the waist, her gaze narrowed for a moment as she sniffed the air, the scent hitting her like a fright train and she slowly climbed out of the opening.

A gloved hand was holding onto the reins of the steed, long grey locks fall over large muscular shoulders, shoulders Grace knew held scars from years ago, ones she had created.

Her inner wolf almost howling at the sight, every muscle in her body tensed as she watched him continue to walk through the mud and rain, searching for her.

"... Theo..—?"

Her voice was barely a whisper but it was enough for the Alpha to stop in his tracks, Grace wrapped her arms around her bare chest, shivering against the brutal coldness of the lands. Her body covered in goosebumps and raised hairs in attempt to keep herself warm whilst she lacked clothing.

Emerald eyes soon lifted up to meet golden ones which flared as his nostrils did when he breathed her in. His eyes with no shame raked over her naked form, grasp tightening on the reins he held before letting go of them.

"Grace...-"

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