Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 72

Graysons POV

If it was a perfect world I would have her in my arms the second the battle was done. In my head she was already against my chest, warm, defended, soft, sheltered.

Fate had other plans.

They had retreated enough to lick their wounds but they came back trip now, seemed endless.

in full force. What should have been a three-

We took what they had, supplies, supply routes, and three other areas where their wolves were stationed.

What we had attacked appeared to be a small headquarters for them on our lands, capitalizing on the blurry lines of our pack boundaries to go undetected.

No matter how many cameras I put up, booby traps I set, or warriors I stationed, these slugs seemed to sl*p their way through the finest of cracks.

The more squeezed the easier it was for them.

After the main battle every day a tiny skirmish broke out, blocking my way to her, withholding her from me.

“Let go to my pack, regroup. It’s obvious they want you kept from each other, why I don’t know,” Darren counseled me

staring at me intently.

Eventually, I agreed. I had her brother with me and more importantly being away from her was turning me into a

monster.

Each day I was more violent, more unhinged, I found myself mirroring the childlike whipped–up emotions of her

brother.

Enzo nipped and clawed inside me lashing about frenzied. He controlled my movements more and more unleashed and hectic for the touch of her.

What was supposed to be a week has now turned into three.

I presently grabbeda man’s n*eck as we made our way onto Darren’s land again hours away from the safety of his walls.

a knife at the wolf who tried to shoot me and I heard the b*dy

The craze of Alpha blood? I had never experienced this haze of rage and

craved was the sight of one more of their warrlors dead on the

against the dirt over and over feeling ribs crack and the air leaves

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eventually.

one of their women warriors until I was able to grate and pull her just enough apart. She was alive but

but we were still not the same. She had complerely pure

tried to picture her, my small, caring; nurturing, forever understanding Annette blood covered and unininged. My mind was unable to draw her up that

the second

*I’m safe

is healthy

*be safe

‘come home

“I miss you

“watch over him.

for you

call her, call the helicopter and fly to her. Be

moved in far too close to my walls with my absence. If Charlie was a good man he’s kept

focusing on his face

and foot as she grew large, and here I

down the front and

They always called a retreat. They always

marched on not waiting to see who all was left. I was unable to focus on them

back further. I walked past them

the walls.

towards his gates and soon after James was trailing

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come to respect me, if only as a warrior and he followed me after

on the battlefield but now I

their homes the few people who gawked at us from their