Raymond’s POV.
My mind drifted back through the years, cutting through the pain of our separation and settling on a bright, distant memory from our teenage years.
It had been during a massive snowstorm back at the pack territory. We had snuck out past the sentries, shedding our human skins and dashing into the deep cover of the eastern woods. I remembered the untamed ecstasy of that day—the sound of her rich, dark-brown wolf barking in pure delight, tumbling over me in snowdrifts, racing under the frosted pines, and nipping playfully at my black fur. There was no pack politics then. No titles, no expectations, no betrayals. Just two young wolves madly in love with the wild and with each other.
It was one of the happiest days of my life. And I knew, deep down, that her inner wolf remembe
