Chapter 17

The next day dawned, and I was eager to resume our morning routine. As werewolves, Hunter and I used to meet near the river every morning. It was our special time when we shared secrets and stories, and I was determined to discuss what had happened the previous night. Transformed into my wolf form, I emerged from the den, letting the soft morning light filter through the forest trees. The surrounding nature was alive, and I could feel the fresh breeze carrying the scents of the forest as I followed Hunter's familiar trail.