The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

No Choice

It's too late now. I thought. Even if I'd wanted to change my mind, it wasn't like we could go back out there and persuade Draven to have some mercy.

He's not the merciful type.

No one would buy that he'd just changed his mind after making a declaration like that, anyway.

I felt my anxiety climbing every second that passed. Hunter and Racer picked up the bags. Vanquish turned me around and started guiding me out.

Draven and a few of the other Border Guards walked behind us.

To make certain we were leaving.

That we're obeying the Alpha.

A crowd had gathered near the big blue door in the gate and as we were ushered through, I walked by Lyra Lani and saw her giving me a look beneath hooded lashes.

She knows what's going on. That reassured me somewhat that this was the act that I'd suspected it was. I took a long breath. Daring a peek at Draven and finding him looking as mad as before.

At least, I hope it's an act.

The huge gate, the same one I had run through so long ago, was now swung in and I was staring out. Feeling terrified by the prospect

of being out in those woods.

Easing prey for NightHunters.

No. I told myself. Not that easy.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the three physically fit, tense males behind me.

They don't look scared. They look ready.

I looked forward again. And this time I felt bolder. Stronger.

I am not alone this time.

I took a long breath and stepped out into the trees. Feeling a breeze hit me, that we were more sheltered from within the high walls. It smelled of an incoming rain, and other wolves in the distance.

They're out there.

But now things have changed.

I have three powerful mates at my disposal.

I looked back at the three virile males and realized how grateful I was to have them. One to hunt. One to run. And one to fight whatever came our way.

My eyes landed on Vanquish.

He met my look with level green eyes. And his head lifted more. Giving me confidence in his.

He's my strength. I realized.

Looking at them I thought about how much they'd come to mean to me. Hunter who was my laughter. A bit of humor a severe world. Smiling when I wanted to cry. And always playful enough to make me dance naked in the middle of the woods.

Racer who could be cold, aggressive but practical. He was somehow both my logic and my anger. There was an element to Racer that was always angry. Some strange sort of fury that was always just under his skin.

When I needed punished, he was the one I went to for some aggression. And when I needed someone to abuse a bit, he was my easy target.

Vanquish always allowed it but for some reason I couldn't explain, I always felt much worse if I took advantage of that. Where with Raese we passed that hint of violence back and forth, so I felt no remorse when I sunk claws into him. And he never flinched, never looked away.

Ready to take me on. Just as I am.

I couldn't imagine my life without any one of them.

And I'm going to put them all at risk.