The Lone Wolf
But Mom’s about halfway through her 6th pregnancy, and still planning this stupid party.
The walls were composed of beautiful oak slabs on the wall, with birch beams along breaking up the white ceiling. Every few chunks, there would be a skylight, letting in light. The sun’s rays would bounce off the stone flooring, sparkling the natural beauty of the floor. This hallway was lined with windows on one side, looking out over our pack’s land. You could see the training fields, sparring pits, and a dirt path along the hillside, disappearing into the woods that lines our land. It was a beautiful place to grow up, and it was going to be a terrible pain when I left.
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