Page 2 of Her Arrival

It’s always been me, on my own.

I squeeze my eyes shut and get to my feet. It’s okay. If I wasn’t worried about retaliation, I would kill her. I would sneak into her cabin, and I would turn into my wolf, and I would rip her throat out.

I sigh, then transform into my wolf. The air glides through my honey-colored fur, and I fall into a trot. The scent of our camp flows in and out of my nostrils as I bound towards home.

Squirrels and rabbits dive into hidey holes as I make my way through the woods, and inside, I warm with glee. Finally, something is afraid of Alana.

I come to a stop just on the outskirts of camp. I transform and take a deep breath before making myself known.

The pack leaders are crowded around someone. A man. He’s tall, and he stands with his back straight. His chin is high as if he’s someone important.

The last thing I need is more wolves coming into this pack, thinking that they’re important.

I move closer and step out of the woods. The soft, flickering light of the fire paints the cabins on our campsite, and the man shares a hearty laugh with Harrison, one of the older pack leaders.

His laughter nearly stops me in my tracks. It’s warm and… inviting.

“…Harrison, I think this will be a great arrangement. I can’t believe I found more wolves so soon. I can’t believe that there are this many of us in Minnesota!”

Harrison’s massive hands clap him on the shoulder. “It helps to check out the other side of the state!”

Their laughter fills the air, and just as I begin to will my feet towards my own cabin, the man turns, and his eyes fall on me.

My breath catches in my throat. His eyes are bright blue, and they just might pierce my soul. My arms and legs begin to quiver as those curious eyes make their way up and down the length of my body.

He wears a confident smirk as he holds his hand up to the rest of the pack leaders.

“Who do we have here?”

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