40: TOBESTER

GUSTAV'S POV

I've been agitated for the past twelve hours. This Kristoff wolf would be here today to take Cassie to Jim's pack, but the Crimson Flame Pack was almost twenty-four hours away. I hated this.

“I need to go out on a run!” I told Mitch.

“OK, but we have to talk to Kitty first.”

“No. I want to go now!” I roared to let him know I was serious.

“Jeeze. OK. Let's leave out the back so no one sees us then,” Mitch gave in.

In a quick move, he ran out of the packhouse and transformed into me. I saw the tail of a light-brown wolf disappearing into the woods. I knew exactly who it was, and I needed to have a little chat with him. I ran against the forces of the wind. My fur blew in the cool breeze. I could smell that the rain was near. My snout felt cold against the breeze as I zoomed towards Toby. He was fast, but I was still faster. In two minutes, I caught up to him.

My paws padded silently against the rich earth as I charged into his running frame. The both of us tumbled down th