The cold wind from the mountain moves in across my skin and bites down at me, causing me to shiver despite wolves never really feeling the cold. My heart pounding, my nerves taut and my head in chaos as I stand on the boundary and stare into the darkness awaiting the sun to start to show hints of rising. The eerie silence despite rows and rows of assembled wolves unnerves me. Leyanne and Meadow to my right, Carmen, and Sierra to my left, stand solidly still, waiting. We’re all just waiting.

Tension high, the stillness is painful and the quiet is deafening. I’ve never been more scared in my life...