Chapter 172

• Third Person's POV
• Aaron already found it humiliating enough to run around the camp asking who had spare "female supplies" or to be caught tugging at the same packet as a she-wolf. Aaron felt the shame burn through his pelt; all he wanted was to flee. He had no patience left to notice another's need-not when his pride was on the line.
• "Endure it. It'll pass," he muttered, shoving Zenia aside with a careless flick of his arm, the gesture sharp with a young wolf's arrogance.