SIX PART 1

Chase’s Point of View

Good Lord. I knew this day could come, but I never pictured myself hauling Isabelle through the woods with her bare behind in my face and desire dripping down her legs. This was a scenario nobody had even thought about.

Responsibility was one thing, but witnessing my woman engage in primal, animalistic sex during an archaic moon ceremony that bound her to another of her kind had been pure torment.

Distant screams filled the air, urging me to quicken my pace. Isabelle was now the pack's alpha, and her safety was paramount. We had roughly twenty-one hours and fifteen minutes before she regained her full strength. I prayed that the patrols had a damn good reason for allowing something, or someone, to breach the town's defenses.

The ground beneath me sloped downwards. "Shit." I gripped Isabelle's thighs tightly to maintain my balance.

"Put me down. I can keep up on my own two feet now." Isabelle clawed at my shirt once more. If I didn't let her go, my back would be