{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
“Wyatt are we there yet!?” I whined. It was starting to get dark, and the moon was creeping over the mountains.
“Almost, dearest,” he replied and kept pulling me along with him. Wyatt didn’t want packhouse members to see my wolf when I first shifted since technically, I should be waiting for my Luna ceremony to shift for the first time in front of them. Because of whom I apparently am, we had to break a few traditions, and some older pack members would not be happy or appreciative of it.
Wyatt was me taking into the mountains away from the castle and the village surrounding it and we had already been walking for almost two hours. I asked why couldn’t have just driven, but he said that it would be dangerous bringing a car this way.
