Lila's pov.
There was something different about tonight. My wolf Isla was itching for a run and no matter how I tried to suppress the urges, she was adamant about going for a run tonight.
Finally, I relented. I hadn't shifted in months and I'm sure Isla was feeling uncomfortable from being cooped inside all the time.
I shifted and the process was more painful than I could remember. Immediately Isla’s paws landed on the ground, she took to a run heading south.
I tried to caution her as we neared the border of the nearest pack Midnight Wolves but she was so excited, throwing caution to the wind as she passed the border.
I was panicking deep down. The Alpha was known to be ruthless, and I was a rogue who was crashing their Full Moon Ceremony. I'm sure I'll die a slow and torturous death.
