I hug my parents goodbye later that evening.  Uncle Zane pulled some strings and Greg, and I were going to be staying temporarily with the Timberwolf pack up north. Greg will help train their warriors and I am to work with the kids in the orphanage. Dance therapy. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I will figure it out. This pack takes in the orphans from surrounding packs when their parents are killed in rogue attacks or other battles, meaning they have all experienced some kind of trauma. We will finish our online classes and then apply for college and if we are lucky, start college classes in January. My eyes linger on my mom’s mark. It’s beautiful and reminds me of the one I gave to Warrick except the angel is a male. I tilt my head to the side and look up in shock at my mom. “Rima, you’ve been flying, haven’t you.” It’s not a question. I know the distinct smell of the wind when one is high enough to reach the clouds. “Dad gifted you with wings wh

---Divina---  I hate getting up early. I groan when my alarm goes off at 4:15 in the morning and wonder if I should just get up or let myself snooze for another 10 minutes. Snoozing wins out and I settle back under the covers and chase those few extra minutes of sleep. Before I know it, my alarm is going off again and I’m ready to throw the damn thing across the room. Whose bright idea was it for me to go to the Warrior’s training session just to prove a point? Oh, yeah, that was me. I roll out of bed and pout all the way to the bathroom across the hall, where I throw my hair back in a high ponytail and splash some cool water on my face before brushing my teeth and heading back to my room to my closet to find some

---Divina---   When I walk into the doors of the orphanage, I am met with complete chaos. Children are crying and the three she-wolves who are trying to care for them are frazzled as hell. These poor she-wolves are outnumbered and have no clue what they are doing. There are babies crying and children squabbling. I still can’t think of them as pups. I lived too long outside of this culture for me to think of little ones as pups. I sigh. I have my work cut out for me and dance therapy is on the bottom of my priority list. First things first, I need to calm everyone, and I do just that. No one has noticed me yet, so I stand quietly out of the way and let my own feelings of tranquility grow and expand into a large bubble around me. As my bubble grows and reache

---Divina---  “It’s been three fucking days! There has to be something you can do.” I hear Greg hiss quietly to someone. The worry that laces his words makes my stomach clench. I start to stir and open my eyes only to slam them back closed. My voice is hoarse when I mumble, “The lights are too bright. Hurts my eyes.” I hear a sharp intake of breath before the lights go dim and I feel warm hands cup my face before the bed dips down. I reach up and place my hand on Greg’s wrist and peak one eye open slowly to test whether or not the lights were going to sear my eyes again. “What happened?” I croak out.&nbs

Jennifer and I are finishing up the arrangements the following morning when Alpha Jack walks in the commons area and heads straight for her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She melts back into him as he kisses her on her shoulder. I role my eyes but smile and divert my attention back to the list of meals we are putting together to accommodate the larger number of mouths to feed. “Last night Jennifer did not have any nightmares. Thank you.” Alpha Jack says. I look up and smile wide. “That’s great! You’re welcome.”  “It was the best sleep I have gotten in a long time,” she smiles brightly and then turns beat red when Alpha Jack says, “Well, when you did sleep. We didn’t sleep much last night.” I giggle and shake my head. “You’re a mess.”