Page 45 of Wolf's Endgame

My wolf shook her head, snow falling off her muzzle.

It’s winter?

The landscape came into view. A scattering of trees. Dark gray mountain. Barren land.

I’m on the Peak.

Turn around, look down, show me how high we are.

Holy hell, that was a long way down.

A force hit me, knocking me away from the sight.

Sleep, child.

I was wrapped in something soft and warm. I was so comfy. I could stay here forever, and nothing would bother me.

I was so tired.

I was happy to snuggle down and sleep.

You BITCH.

Let me out, you crazy demon.

Let.

Me.

OUT.

My wolf was moving.

Running.

I could taste the scent of autumn in the air as I chased the wind.

No, not the wind.

Hare.

I loved to hunt.

When I was aware once more, I was already using my wolf’s eyes to look around. Thicker trees, sturdier, I was lower down the mountain.

My head jerked as I scented people nearby.

Shifters.

Anxiously I watched my wolf edge closer to the settlement.

Friend or foe?

My wolf’s head snapped to the side as a familiar scent caught its nose.

Alpha.

The hunger was ravenous.

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