"Addison!"
Snap!
When Addison turned around, the rogue was already dead — its lifeless body hanging from Lance's grasp. He had snapped its neck with one hand, his partially shifted claws still embedded in its throat.
Without missing a beat, he moved to her side and helped the rest of the border patrol finish off the remaining rogues. When the cleanup was done, Lance approached her, hands on his hips, his expression a mix of anger and concern.
"Addison, you really can't be left to your own devices," he scolded. "There better not be a next time. From now on, you patrol with me — no buts."
Addison pressed her lips together, saying nothing. She knew this would get back to her father, and she'd be in serious trouble. But to her surprise, when Lance made his report, he only spoke of her taking down rogues, proudly mentioning her first kill.
Addison snapped back to reality when the she-wolf in front of her gently tugged at her wrist, concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you alright?"
