THEME: When we were young
BLACK MOON PACK
(Avery’s Point Of View)
When we reopened our eyes, my wolf sniffed the air only to smell a familiar scent. I pushed her up quickly as her keen eyesight scanned the whole area but we spotted no one.
Perhaps are we imagining our mate in our head again? No, I don’t want to think about him and I am sure my wolf wants the same too. She howled painfully into the night clouds. A howl that signifies that she has been terribly hurt by her other part that was meant to complete us. We should be going so we can hit the highway before sunrise hopefully someone would stop and help us into town.
My wolf heard a bustling sound nearby as we strolled down the silent path. My wolf didn’t care to stop as she continued to whine. I tried to cheer her up
