Lydia
When I eventually join the hunt, things are different. No pack member is snarling or appearing threatening toward me.
I'm running freely on soft paws for the first time in years. My dark fur catches the moonlight, and further away, I can see a wolf watching me from afar. Almost as if the wolf is guarding me.
A shudder passes through me as I continue to watch it, and recognition settles in: Avery.
The large, muscular wolf watching me is my alpha. His fur is similar to mine, except my paws are white while his coat is solely black. He is much larger, too, the size of a horse.
I look at him again, convinced I won't be able to focus on hunting deer if Avery keeps watching me so closely. I'm hyperaware of him, but he soon turns around to give me space.
It's a relief.
My heart r
