Bec’s P.O.V.
I gasped, as we were driving on a long concrete road, and we had just passed by a blue sign that read ‘Welcome to Idaho’. I had never been past the Spike pack borders, and today I wasn’t only crossing pack borders, but state borders as well. I couldn’t help but fall in love with the views of the mountains that were lying out right in front of me.
“You like it?” Archer asked me, he had probably heard my gasp for air, and all I could do was nod, as I kept on looking at the mountains in front of me. My wolf Angel was wagging her tail left and right, wanting nothing more but for me to shift, so we could go and run in those mountains. To see how long it would take us to get to the top. How the cool mountain air would feel against our fur.
“I have never seen a mountain with my ow
