C32 When we were young

BLACK MOON PACK

(Avery’s Point Of View)

When we reopened our eyes, my wolf sniffed the air only to smell a familiar scent. I pushed her up quickly as her keen eyesight scanned the whole area but we spotted no one.

Perhaps are we imagining our mate in our head again? No, I don’t want to think about him and I am sure my wolf wants the same too. She howled painfully into the night clouds