Riona couldn't stop crying as she moved farther from Wintertooth. The warm night slowly turned cold, reminding her of the time she had escaped with the werewolves.
Back then, they were badly injured, which slowed their travel. She had to drink fresh animal blood to survive, but it caused trouble later. The Wintertooth werewolves saw her refusal to drink it as a rejection of their culture.
The memories were a blurry mess, and honestly, when it happened, it sucked. But now that she looked back on it, she missed it. She missed those moments with Thorin—the first and only boyfriend she'd ever had.
At least she could proudly brag that she had once dated the hottest Alpha alive.
Still, Riona didn't have time to dwell on the love that had come and gone. It had been short, but she was grateful for it. It had brought her happiness, even if only for a little while.
Now she had bigger things to deal with—like saving Florian.
