My fists clenched at my sides, I turned back to Alina. “This was a mistake,” I growled.


    “Perhaps,” she returned, shrugging as if nonchnt. “But it was your mistake, Warrick.”


    With those words hanging between us, I strode off to leave her standing, immersed in the heart of the forest.


    The coolness of the air did little to extinguish the mes boiling in my veins.


    *** ***


    At dust from a corner of my eye I spied motion, whipping around, a gangly werewolf walked up to me. His smile is razor–like, unpleasant.


    “Rough day, Warrick?” he said smoothly, his voice drizzled with mock sympathy.


    “Who are you?” I asked, immediately going into high alert.


    “I am Orion, someone who recognizes potential,” he said, circling me. “You’re tired of being second guessed, aren’t you? Tired of bending over backward to prove yourself to wolves who will never see your worth”


    Orion? I have never heard of that name. I balled my fist. “Get to the point,” I snapped, losing patience.


    A wolf’s grin spread across his face.


    “You want control, Warrick. Power. Respect. And I can help you get it.”


    I balled up my fist and shook my head at him, “No… you are Wrong… you don’t know me.”


    I gulped, as I kept my eyes on him.


    I had to get out of here. I can’t be out here alone… what if this is an ambush?


    I took a few steps back. “You don’t know me,” I thought again as I raced through the woods, back towards the pack.


    “You will need me, Warrick, you definitely will!!” he yelled after


    me.


    I only increased my speed. As I ran, I thought of the one person who had ever known me for who I truly am. Piper.


    She had been there always, and all I could do was hurt her? I have to find her and fix my mistakes.