CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE - OLD HOMES

ALPHA ASHA

We raced through the woods, our wolves trilling and howling with joy. It was late, although it was probably early considering the light of dawn stained the horizon beyond the mountains. I chased after her with a brand new fire blazing in my lungs, something I never thought I’d ever get to feel again.

I caught up to Pixie again and pounced on her, tackling her to the ground and loving the way she huffed in amusement as we both fell to the grass. Before I could do anything, I heard the telltale rumble of hunger coming from Pixie’s stomach. Without another thought, I hopped up and gently nudged her with the end of my snout, silently telling her to wait for me. She nipped my ear in agreement and slithered out from under me.

I stalked off into the thicket of trees, hackles raised and nose low to the ground. I could faintly pick up the scent of deer not too far off. There must have been two, no, three of them just a few hundred feet away. They’d left behind traces of shorn leaves