Chapter 37

Megan sighed as she finished licking her paws clean of her final meal in isolation. She was sweaty, stank something chronic and was sick of eating nothing but rabbits and birds.

It was day seven of her living out by herself. It wasn't the first time she'd done such a stint. Most alphas, as well as some betas and omegas, would give it a go at least once as they came of age. But that would usually last a few days at most. Wolves grew up around a pack, the voices of their pack in their heads. Megan had thought this would be a breeze, but by day four, she'd begun to feel the immense weight of isolation. She'd begun to feel the pressure of being alone, of surviving by herself.

She'd never really understood the point of this challenge. Why bother with something most wolves did for fun? But she understood now.

Megan watched the sunset from the little hill she'd found, once it was down she huffed a sigh of relief. The darkness meant seven days had passed and she could g