The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 220

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Donovan rubs his muzzle over my shoulder. “Do you think you can stand?” Cara asks. “Dad and Donovan are concerned about you.” 

Alessia takes her time getting to her feet. When she does, she shakes out her fur and wags her tail at Donovan, barking at him. 

‘How do you feel Alessia?‘ 

‘Like I want to run!‘ She says and takes off. I don’t know where she’s going, but she doesn’t seem to care as long as she can continue to run. She howls a thank you before bolting west. The minute she shifts her direction, I know exactly where she was going and I am in total agreement. She wants Liam and Cyran to see her. 

‘Were you always this fast Alessia?‘ I’m in awe of my wolf. She’s amazing! 

‘I’ll be even faster when I’m stronger.‘ 

We run through the canyon and head straight to the cliff behind the waterfall. She begins climbing and I’m wondering if she’s part mountain goat, she’s leaping from ledge to ledge like it’s nothing. 

We’re near the top when we see the first patrols racing toward us. She doesn’t stop, she just pushes harder. She howls to let Liam and Cyran know she’s coming. I hope they know it’s her. I don’t want to have to fight a bunch of Liam’s pack members. 

She blows past another patrol team, darting around the trees in the forest behind the packhouse. And that’s when we smell him. Alessia begins to run even faster and as she breaks from the forest, he’s standing there, looking right at us. 

When he sees us, a huge smile spreads across his face and he opens his arms. Alessia doesn’t hesitate. She jumps right into his arms, knocking them both to the ground. She’s so excited that she can’t hold still, squirming around in his 

arms. 

He’s laughing at her antics as she licks his face, yips in happiness and continues to jump around him and on him. 

“Okay, okay. Let me take a look at you, gorgeous.” He says, sitting up. She rubs herself against him before standing in front of him, prancing around, unable to be still. 

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beautiful you are. And big! I thought you’d be small given how tiny Angel is, but you’re almost as large as Cyran.” 

Alessia is purring, rubbing herself on Liam, scenting him. He stands, brushing the grass off his pants. Alessia jumps at him, barking loudly. She’s bent over with her front legs on the ground, her butt in the air, and her tail wagging back and forth like a metronome. 

Liam stops and looks at her. “Feeling playful little one?” And I can hear Cyran’s voice overlaying Liam’s. She barks at him again, jumping at him before running a few steps away. She looks back to see if he’s going to follow her. 

Liam’s eyes have gone completely dark as Cyran pushes forward. “Run little one.” 

Alessia takes off like a shot. A moment later, I hear large paws hitting the earth. Alessia turns her head and sees Cyran chasing after her. She howls her delight and pushes forward. Cyran’s answering howl is the howl of the hunt, and Alessia is his prey. 

Cyran chases us around the pack lands, nipping at Alessia’s heels when he gets close enough. She’s giving him a good run, not making it easy to catch her.