Ronnie needed Braden now. But on her terms. Which meant when he leaned forward once more, his grip slowly tightening, she bolted. She ducked out of his hold and ran deeper into the forest. Her shirt and bra were tatters, the remnants easily tossed off. Her shoes were equally easy to kick away, the flip-flops giving her no trouble. The shorts were a different story and she was pissed she hadn’t worn a dress to the party instead of something with a button and zipper. Thankfully, she had claws. One wrench turned into two, along with a long scrape of nails through the fabric and they too fluttered to the ground. Her panties soon befell the same fate, which left her racing through the tiger forest naked. The sounds of snapping twigs, rustling bushes, and deep growls came in her wake. Her mate snarled and growled, obviously not liking being left in the dust. She heard him getting closer, and she increased her speed, racing for the one area Zoe said was beautiful and private without being too far from the house.
