The Future Luna of Our Pack

Amaris

I stay back in the far recess of my mind, trying to come to grips with being a wolf, while she enjoys running through the forest, loving the feel of the wind whipping through her fur, splashing through the shallow streams of water, and enjoying her freedom.

My wolf.

I am a wolf.

I've always felt out of place like I've never belonged anywhere. But, I always assumed it was due to Axel and I being orphans, not because we were fricking shapeshifters.

I figured with my high, prominent cheekbones, nearly black hair, and naturally tanned skin, that I was of Native American descent, belonging to a tribe somewhere.

And I guess in a way, I do. A fricking werewolf tribe—pack. They're called packs, not tribes.

But do I? That would mean that I have an Alpha, but I don't. If I did, I would have known what I was, right?

The sound of howls off in the distance breaks me from my inner monologue—and makes her still, ears perked, assessing if there is a threat nearby.

The howls become closer with