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.

his n*eck with a single squeeze and tossed him. I dodged an arrow and threw a knife at the wolf who tried to shoot me and I heard

talking of? The craze of Alpha blood? I had

sight of one more of their warrlors dead on the ground

against the dirt over and over feeling

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eventually.

took my claws into the ribs of one of their women warriors until I was able to grate and

two alphas as she did but we were still not the same. She had complerely pure diphonined

picture her, my small, caring; nurturing, forever understanding Annette blood covered and

to me the second the moon was

*I’m safe

baby is healthy

*be safe

‘come home

“I miss you

“watch over him.

wait for

helicopter and fly to

absence. If Charlie was

was trying to choke James out. I punched him until my arm felt sore, focusing on his face only when it was over. Bloody pulp was

babe on her own, I was to be waiting on her hand and foot as she grew large, and here I was kept from her like a toddler in a

wolf charged me and James clawed down the front and back of his skull an anguished cry leaving

They always called a retreat. They always called

to see who all was left.

them forcing them back further. I walked past

the walls.

and pointed me towards his gates and

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as a warrior and he followed me

this from the crazed hazy–eyed monster I’d seen on the

gawked at us from their