Luna of the Last Wolf Pack
Both of those things are just about the worst news we can get–that a human is snooping around in our business, and that one of our own is out there somewhere alone, a high school kid, at that.
So, we head out. I’m running through the forest in my wolf form, trying to follow what faint scent is left of Stephen’s essence to track him down. I’ve waited until dark to head out with a team of our biggest, fastest wolves to try to catch his scent because around here, humans–especially hunters–tend to roam around during the day, and we have to avoid being seen, especially me since a giant, ice-white wolf with silver eyes would be a pretty good trophy for somebody’s wall. Or maybe I’d end up as a rug
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