The Tyrant alpha
Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.
I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.
Run into the woods! The woods!
I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.
She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.
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