Today was D-day. I wore combat trousers, a black singlet, and a bomber jacket. I had also worn the thick boots to brace myself against whatever cold that may want to creep in.

I should have had better resistance, but every day without my wolf wore me down a little more. I had just recently learned to stop fighting what I couldn’t control and focused on the present.

And that may explain the reason why I was hand in hand with Rowan, plowing through dew-coated grasses in the middle of the night with only the moonlight as our guide.

“Are you alright?” He asked, angling his head to face me,...