Grandmother thinks I’m slow at sewing. She has no idea it took so long to label my clothes because I was doing something entirely different. Silver, my wolf, leant me her sharp ears and strong sense of smell. Any time someone approached, we quickly hid the underwear we were working on. It felt like we were spies, but it was worth it.
The thing is, I’ve realized I’m unique in our pack in more ways than one. Only those with a close bond with their wolves seem to have access to extra abilities like heightened senses and speed. Apart from strength, of course. All of us are stronger than humans, but whether I'm stronger than the other women, I have no idea. We aren’t allowed to spar or test our strength in combat. But deep down, I suspect I might be.
I’ve been using every opportunity to wat
