The Alpha in My Dream
Behind us, the thunderous roar of hundreds of shifting wolves echoed through the trees as the entire Moon Claw pack fell into formation, following our scent trail like a tidal wave of fur and claws.
We ran for miles, the wind whipping through my black coat, but my eyes never left her. Every time she leapt over a fallen log or navigated a sharp turn, her crystal blue eyes would flash in my direction, filled with a wild, intoxicating freedom. She was flying.
Finally, we broke through the thick treeline, sliding to a halt at the edge of the grand eastern clearing—the highest peak overlooking the entire valley. The moon was at its highest point, bathing the open grass in a brilliant silver light