Wolf Landing
Ten days until All-Pack. Ten days until a council of my peers would claim the right to decide whether my found family was fit to exist and whether I was fit to lead said pack. Ten days until I’d either win big, or everything I’d worked so hard to create would be ripped out of my grasp forever.
Ten days until All-Pack...and my wolf was still acting like a spoiled child. Fur form now, she demanded.
I stretched my neck from side to side until it popped then inhaled a deep breath through my nose in an attempt to refrain from strangling my weaker half. Too bad my wolf was only virtually present within my skin at the present moment and not available for manual asphyxiation. Time for a little bout of channeling my previous alpha.
What would Wolfie do? I pondered. Well, that was a
