Chapter 112 Ridge

• Ridge
• I’ve never been more happy to see another pack’s territory than I am when we race into the East Pack village.
• I lost feeling in my legs ages ago. I’m running on fucking autopilot, putting one paw in front of the other because I have no other choice. If I feel this exhausted, this much like a worn out piece of shit, I can’t even imagine how Sable feels. She had no time to get used to her wolf form before we ended up racing all over the fucking state of Montana.