Chapter Eight

By the time Liv made it back to her camp, she was chilled, and the sun was almost setting. She quickly built up the fire and started some water to boiling. Her mind was reeling. What was going on? She had no frame of reference to go on to explain the interactions she'd had with this wolf. She couldn't pawn it off to some waking dream anymore. It had been real. He had been real. Even now, she felt the overwhelming desire to go back out into the forest and search for him. To be near him. A wolf.

Her hands shook as she tried to scoop coffee into her French press. What was wrong with her? Despite her lack of progress on her job so far, she decided she'd better go back to town tomorrow. Get back to civilization. Get her head back on straight. Try to feel normal again. She sat next to the fire, watching the woods, for the rest of the night. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or heartbroken when dawn broke without any more sightings of her wolf.

Liv was packed up and ready to leave by the