It’s dawn. I haven’t slept a wink all night, too busy thinking about Sarah and how she’s doing on her first shift.
But now, I can see the sun coming up over the valley, the pink and gold streaks making the snow look like cotton candy.
Sarah should be here any minute. I thought she might be back earlier, but maybe she really did need to take all the way until dawn.
I hate having to wait to see her, to hold her, to congratulate her, but I’m not worried. I know she’ll come back for me. She said she loved me. The loyalty ritual is just that - a ritual.
Maybe, I tell myself, maybe she doesn’t know it’s dawn yet. Maybe the sunrise has taken a while to make it up over the mountain peaks and ridges.
I can’t wait to see her. I want to see her wolf form. I know it must be incredible. I’ll run
