Chapter 73. Decisions

SON OF A BITCH!!!

THAT FUCKING —

I SWEAR I WILL—

The shift was fast, and no time was spared while our wolves barrel into the forest. We are mind-linking each other, but we are also trying to gain control. Brutus is apocalyptic, and I’m sure Goliath is the same. Our mate almost died because these bitches decided to try to play Goddess. They thought it was their place to decide someone else’s fate, and they used someone else to do so. I don’t think anyone will be safe if we don't get control back.

I don’t know where Brutus is going, but he zooms through the brush and trees as if nothing could stop him. I’m begging and pleading for him to give me back control, but I’m not sure he hears me. I can feel branches and rocks cutting into us; we zoom past, and it hurts. Brutus is eating up the pain, not willing to stop for anything.

We careen through a large bush and tumble into open space. We are at the meadow where