By the time we had parked in Green Leaf’s packhouse parking lot, it was already two in the morning. I stretched out my still muscles, Dash huffing to be let out for a run.
“Okay Lily. You’re just going to have to follow me.” He said, taking my hand. He started walking us into the forest, the canopy’s overhead letting barely any moonlight through. We were walking on an unmarked trail, one I don’t think I had come across before, when he veered to the left. My feet crunched over twigs and leaves, leaving my footprints behind in the snow behind me. My breath came out in little clouds in front of me.
It wasn’t a cold night, it was actually enjoyable. Weather like this made me happy to be a wolf; I loved seeing the beauty of cold winter nights. Not many people can say they’ve experienced it,
