Never An Alpha's Daughter Again

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.