The lush, fertile forests of the Lava Moon territory were like walking into a secret heaven. The sunbursts sparkled the overwhelming green, emeralds and jades that hazed through the heavy, lofty boughs, creating the unearthly enchantment. The hike to their destination, the top of a ridge that overlooked nature’s paradise, should have taken a werewolf an hour at most. But Gabriella ambled like the average human, her eyes swimming in the picturesque moss-covered rocks and trees, the fanning ferns that tickled her fingers as she passed by, the deer paths carved into the earth, zig-zagging along the forest floor.
~Home.~ Vela purred.
Before they came to their destination, Gabriella saw wolves running through the forest, who either gave them no heed or would pause in their walk,
