Chapter 67 Runaway Luna

• It takes another three goddamn hours to reach the pack, and of course, my wolf never stops clawing at the inside of my chest—dragging us forward by the throat the entire time. He grows more restless and agitated with every passing minute, increasingly impatient and pissed off, though he still refuses to tell me why.
• I’ve asked him over and over again, what the hell is wrong with you? But all I get is growls and the sharp snap of teeth like a rabid beast.
• I try to reason with myself. It’s probably the frustration of being away from Kali for too long. He’s furious we wasted time dealing with the Alpha King’s bullshit when we should’ve been home, wrapped around our mate.