Sam stepped out of his tent to break it down. He looked around to make sure that the camp was being packed up. Something looked wrong as he stared around. He put his hands on his hips and really took a look at all the men working their butts off. His eyes darted around, his brows furrowed and his lips thinned. What is wrong with this picture?
"There are no women around, you nitwit," his wolf, Graham, says.
"WHERE ARE ALL THE WOMEN?" Sam roars. His hands balling into fists.
The men freeze in their activity and look around. Shocked faces looked back at him.
"FIND THEM!"
Men shifted into their wolves and started searching. One wolf sniffed over to the pile of items the women dropped. His eyes looked around and saw footsteps going towards the forest. He never liked the way the H
