Entering pack borders, we were met by the patrol guards. When they saw who I was, they didn't even check my documents and let me pass. They moved the sign 'private property' and I started the car, entering the forest that surrounded our town.

Wolfy growled at the figures moving around the car and his whole body stiffened.

“They are here to protect us,” I reassured him, but his nervousness didn't wash away.

The more we neared the murmurs, laughter, and random shuffling of the people in town, the more his frame shook. Wolf was restless. I frowned at him and turned on the radio station he liked. He growled...