The guys were sweet and attentive, always trying to follow me around as I explored the pack lands. "Worried about my safety" was always the claim, though I had a feeling they just needed to be close to me. I needed space and the only way I would get it was by sneaking out in the middle of the night after I'd gotten them tipsy enough that they didn't hear me sneak out my window.
Tonight was no different. I had found a beautiful pool of water with a small waterfall that flowed down a small hillside. I'd sneak out and go straight there, just in time to watch the beautiful omega's shift and play in the water. The way they bounded, so carefree and happy, sent a jealous chill down my spine. Why didn't I have a wolf, and more importantly, was I ever going to get one? I sat on this fallen log, ju
