DICKSON POV

We had hit the woods in search of Elizabeth even if we had come with an unexpected she-wolf. Miley had insisted that she was going to tag along even if I had tried to stop her.

Miley, inferred and stubborn as ever, walked beside me with a fierce devotion in her eyes. Despite my attempts to dissuade her from joining us, she had insisted on coming along. 

There was no point in arguing further; Miley had always been headstrong and fiercely independent.

I glanced at her briefly, taking in her features illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the trees. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her...