Never An Alpha's Daughter Again
Language: en
On the third day of the Fall Hunt, I lagged at the very back of the pack. My calves trembled violently. Ahead of me, everyone had already shifted into their wolf forms. I was left alone, struggling on the steep, jagged rocks with nothing but two weak human legs. My wolf had never emerged. I tapped my walkie-talkie with trembling fingers, desperate to reach James. His response was cold and impatient. "Are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now? Sarah is injured! We need to carry her back to camp first. Stop playing the victim!" Sarah was James's wife. Next, I dialed Michael, my fiancé.…