“I think we should make camp here,” Raven told me after we'd walked for a while. “It’s getting dark and you look pretty tired.”
I sighed in agreement. “Yes please”
She was right. My feet were killing me, and I was pretty worn out. What I wanted right now was to have something to eat and then sleep. I heard pregnant she-wolves at the pack hospital where I was volunteering complain about how they were always tired, but I always thought that they may have been exaggerating.
When I’m not plagued by my thoughts or what I have been through in the past few months, I have two extremes. Either I am hungry or really tired, and sometimes both.
I always knew that I wanted the whole fairytale kind of happiness. A mate and a whole bunch of pups. The bigger part of my fairytale consisted of Alec bein
