Alexa

Despite my doubts, my stomach was extremely hungry. My wolf's instincts couldn’t pass up the abundant food, especially with the enticing smells of roasted bacon. I followed them to the campfire area and sat in a circle on the grass with them.

“What’s your name? My name is Jack,” he said as he sat cross-legged.

“Brianna,” I murmured back. Jack then simply nodded.

“Give me your hand, so I can see how bad it is.” Harlow extended his hand.

“You can’t heal it, not without proper ointment. Besides, it will heal in no time.” I was still skeptical.

“I don’t recall you being this noisy.” Harlow rolled his eyes....