On the other side of the river, Jayden stood frozen. The white coat helped to conceal her presence. She had been on her way to check on Ella when she heard the sound of the wolves. Fear had choked her as she ran.
She had reached the river just in time to see Ella turn on the trunk of the tree to face the two wolves and the huge grizzly. Her first instinct had been to aim her bow and strike at the heart of all three beasts. Their fur and meat would go a long way toward feeding the village.
The beasts they normally hunted were not shifters. They were small and provided little in the way of food and clothing. Only the deer and elk were large enough. There were two types of beasts, those who could shift and those that could not. In their shifted form, it was hard to tell them apart from the
