Dahlia.
"Those wolves, were they from your pack?" I signed, trying to look cool, but my fingers felt like they were auditioning for a clumsy interpretive dance.
She nodded. "Those were betas from my pack. I hope they didn't scare you."
Scare me? Nah. Seeing oversized wolves casually strolling around was totally normal. I was only slightly terrified—right until a lightning bolt shot down like Mother Nature had a grudge, and my husband emerged from the woods like the grand finale of a werewolf fashion show.
"What's it like being a werewolf? Do you enjoy the whole pack thing? Does shifting hurt, or is it more of a magical sneeze?" My curiosity was practically foaming at the mouth.
"It's alright, I guess. Packs are kind of overrated. And shifting doesn’t h.urt—it’s like changing i
