Chapter 105
The Dean Henry
Voices increase around me.
Phones are lifted.
They’re capturing, but they don’t understand.
Volik isn’t losing control.
He’s going after his mate.
I look at the smoldering shoes.
I think about the fire-like glow coming from his chest.
Okay, maybe he is losing control. But not for nothing.
Students get closer.
Seconds get wasted.
And I shake my head.
No.
He’s not doing this alone.
I hold up a hand, halting the approaching mob. “You are not in danger.” Someone asks a question, but I keep my hand up. “I’m sorry… I have to go.”
There’s no time for phone calls.
I take one step in the direction of the woods behind campus.
There’s no time for anything.
Except this.
I shrug off my suit jacket and drop it to the grass.
“Orion, forgive me,” I whisper.
Then I sprint.
And mid-stride, I let my wolf out.
He rips into existence.
Tearing clothes. Reforming bones.
We land in a dead run.
My paws eat up the distance to the tree line.
I don’t slow.
Not until I enter the woods.
Not until I cross into pack territory.
Then I throw my head back. And I howl.