Chapter 7
Despite the less-than-auspicious middle of the hunt, we did manage to track down a deer in the wee hours before dawn. The lone animal didn’t possess enough flesh on its bones to turn snack into feast. Still, the carcass provided a bite of rich, red meat for each of us, the sustenance soothing ruffled tempers and cementing my temporary place in the pack. Good enough.
After that, sleep deprivation caught up with me at last and turned pack-wide jubilation distant and hazy. I lay down nose to tail, flanked on either side by similarly exhausted werewolves...and when I woke, dawn was already coloring the distant horizon while the ground beside me had turned cold and bare.
My host pack was gone.
Shivering, I shook a spray of dew out of my fur as I rose onto furry feet. Someone had t
