Olivia's POV
Getting to the woods, I undressed, shifted into my wolf and began racing down the thick woods.
Thankfully, I slipped past the border unnoticed. The guards hadn't even sensed me. Useless. I made a mental note to deal with that when—if—I returned. Goddess, even in my rage, I was still thinking like a Luna. I hated it.
Growling angrily, I kept racing down the woods. I just wanted to be free, to escape the torture of being mated to those dickheads. The afternoon breeze hit my fur, and I felt alive.
I was still angry. Furious, actually. Louis had called me a whore in front of hundreds of warriors. And I had snapped. I slapped him. Right there. In front of everyone. It was wrong, reckless. No matter how much he deserved it, striking our Alpha was taboo.
A part of me worried. Would I be punished? Banished? Worse?
No. I couldn't think about that now.
I kept racing, my paws pounding against the forest floor—until suddenly, I skidded to a stop.
