Chapter 12

perimeter. Everyone in this pack from the Alpha down to the lowest pack member must take a turn at patrolling

the property. We’re in an isolated area and his pack owns

hundreds of square miles of property with the whole western.

side flanking a state park, but we can never be too sure.

Humans are everywhere.

And so are enemy wolves.

I can’t shift and run the way the rest of the wolves here do, but I know the game trails well enough.

The fresh air fills my lungs carrying the scent of spring and fresh rain and lilacs. Those were my mother’s favorites, and I

planted them all around the main house.

Before I cut onto the southern trail, I turn back to the mansion.

It sits like a behemoth on the hillside, and in the distance

are rows and rows of neat little houses and cabins. Some

two hundred families live and work in this area and the

surrounding countryside. I wasn’t born here, but it feels like

home.

Most of the time.

Maybe.

cell phone. My dad

after me. I turned

in

got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop

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and the scents

smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

always wanted my own wolf so I could sense

smell and taste

connection to the world around me.

these trails. I’d run as fast and as far as I could

breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the

living thing around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting

a mile from the mansion when I hear

a heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding

An

gray is familiar.

a

head to tail with darker tones along his

until he’s even with

and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the truth.

give him an out when all he can do is

wolf is separate-a soul all its own, wrapped

spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself,

connection between.

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