I bared my teeth at him, letting my wolf’s eyes and fangs shone that even the people sitting nearby flinched.

“Vesta.”

“Shut up and leave.”

He heaved a deep sigh. “We’re thirty thousand feet in the air.”

“So what? You’re an Alpha—don’t you have powers to fly or control the air or something?” I asked with a mocking incline of my head, the grin on my lips.

Surprisingly, he’s not like a ghost this time compared to when we were in Moonstone Grove. There’s an unspeakable calm in his eyes, a lulling serenity in his voice.

It looks like he has now moved on but is still willing to chase...