Lina

I knock once, then twice, measured and polite, on the Alpha’s door.

I look behind me at the curious gazes coming my way from the wolves and the intrigued ones from the Lycans milling about. Some of the males have already begun working on constructing additional temporary cabins.

They know.

The words taunt me, hover over me like a parent disciplining a child, but I breathe out the anxiety of being known.

This is what new feels like.

My Lycan paces beneath my skin, claws clicking in impatience. Speak quickly. We won't have much time. We need to move tonight.

I know, I murmur back internally. I’m doing this....