6
Fern
I woke to the howling outside. My legs cramped as if ready to run. I forced myself to relax, muscle by muscle, as I listened to the howls. They were almost familiar, twining in harmony both beautiful and sad.
A curtain still separated me from the others. On the other side, a girl cried softly. “Why do they howl so? Are they hurt?”
“A warrior told me they lost their mate,” Juliet answered.
“A mate would save them, right?” another girl asked.
“Yes, but they can’t claim one now. They’re minds are gone. They would hurt her.” Juliet said.
“It’s so sad,” Meadow spoke up.
“What is?” Juliet asked.
“I heard some of the warriors saying that the Alphas don’t want the mad wolves so close. If the mad ones don’t leave in a few days, they’ll be driven away.”
I couldn’t stop my sound of d
