Maeve
My wolf has never been very fond of fights. Perhaps because in every pack there is someone who takes care of the others. In our pack that’s me. As a human and as a wolf.
Garreth’s wolf woke up first - he was older than us, even if it wasn’t with much. And we were all happy to be his betas, which also included fighting alongside him, despite how young we were. We were too young, in fact. But this was our fate and we accepted it.
Garreth was the one who spent the longest on the battlefield during the war and even though I was there, fighting alongside all of them, my duties were mostly to heal the injured.
My wolf has always been patient, trying to fix things before a fight began.
But right now, even she is ready, standing on her nails so to speak. I am very good at reading th
