The memory, fresh and new as spring, pierced me like a spear. I couldnt seem to run fast enough to catch her. The trees passed by in a blur as I pushed to move faster to catch her. Her scent was strong, and my wolf knew it so well thats it impossible for me not to follow it. I felt the urgency and need to catch her as Ive felt so many times before. Its almost second nature for me to track her.

Boulders and fallen trees are nothing but pebbles and twigs under my feet as I charged onward, following her trail. A streak of neon-blue light in the...