The fresh gentle morning breeze was the best medicine for my broken heart, tired body and exhausted mind. Luckily Adrian hadn’t joined us and I hoped he didn’t plan to join us later either. Our little group of three hunters, one tracker and five warriors headed to the woods, away from the pack land. Up north were mountains and there we could hunt some predators, which would be definitely more fun, but since we needed specific prey for dinner. The trackers led us north-west. The weeds there were denser than around the pack land and even though I wasn’t a tracker, I noticed several tracks around our route. We ran in our human forms for about an hour before the trackers stopped us.
“We should shift. They caught the tracks of a boar so we will start the hunt from here,” Angie told me, poking
