Arizona’s POV
The scenery is always beautiful here. A narrow clearing between tall trees with wide trunks, their leaves making a canopy of shifting green light. There’s a small pool at the heart of it all. It’s surface is glass-like, broken only by the occasional ripple of a dragonfly skimming across or a leaf drifting down from above.
It feels quiet here, tucked away and untouched—like a secret place in the woods meant for only those who stumble upon it, meant for only me.
I’m far away from the pack now, I had stumbled upon this place just before I found the pack years ago. It’s a little distance from the pack and I always come here whenever I want to think and strategize.
The air is cool and damp and I can feel my body relax. The events of the past few days have left me angry and
