I woke up, as if from a shock, something flashed through my mind. Rage. It was rage, but not mine, an echo that I felt more intuitively than consciously. Turning over, I held out my hand, something was missing, my mind was still bad at thinking, but the wolf already knew the she-wolf was not in the house.

Jumping up, he began to look around, listening to the wolf. She was not in the house, and the wolf knew exactly where she was. I felt that she was well, joyfully. Grunting, I rushed to the doors through the kitchen, stepped out into the pre-dawn morning, feeling my couple's heart beating....