You Don't Belong To A Pack?

Amaris

I ran and ran, staying in wolf form and putting as much distance between myself and Kenton as possible.

My wolf is angry at me, not wanting to be away from her mate at all.

And here, I am, wanting to be on a completely different continent than the one that he's currently on.

I run for the majority of the night, noting how much sharper my eyesight is now that I have my wolf, compared to how it was before my shift.

Before, I was practically night blind. And now, I can see just as well as if it were broad daylight out, I think, peeking through her eyes as we slink through the next town over. The cover of darkness, thankfully, keeps me hidden from any of the townspeople.

The neighborhood dogs barking unnerves me, making me afraid that they will cause their owners to come out and see what is causing all the fuss. I make my way through the last part of the town, constantly looking over my shoulder, pausing at every vehicle that creeps down the road, and hoping to get back to the c