Cole’s POVThe annual hunting festival was one of the few traditions I looked forward to every year. The moment I shifted and my paws hit the forest floor, everything else disappeared. There were no meetings, pack disputes, or responsibilities, only the cold air rushing through my fur, the earth beneath my paws, and the familiar scents of Dravenford territory surrounding me.Usually, winning was the only thing on my mind, but this year, I kept thinking about Lyra. I had left her at camp with Caitlin, my parents, and enough pack members to keep them safe. She had seemed nervous while watching my family shift, but I assumed it was because she had never attended a hunting festival before.Part of me wanted her to understand this side of my life, even if she could never shift and run beside me. My wolf had accepted that long ago. Lyra was ours, and whether she had a wolf or not had never mattered to him.A russet-brown blur slammed into my shoulder, knocking me out of my thoughts, and I
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