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Woods near Johnson Pack Camp

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They were both worn out and had missed dinner, but neither one cared. They were making the trip back to camp that night at a much slower pace than her first ride on the back of her wolf.

HER wolf. Her mind was coming to terms with what her heart had already decided. She buried her face in his neck, hugging her arms around his furry chest as she drowned herself in his earthy, wet puppy smell. Linda was glad he was moving slowly, her legs still ached and her insides were still feeling the effects of the pounding she had taken. Her...