Amie
Martin refused to ride in Beula to the wedding. He told me no self respecting wolf would ever be seen in a car like that, and we would most likely end up stranded by the side of the road if we did. I thought he was being judgmental. Beula had done me good. She had always been reliable. But since he refused, we were sitting in his car with him behind the wheel. It had been over two years since I left the little town to join the pack. I had kept in touch with CeCe but it still felt strange returning. The part of my life where I had lived as a human felt like a dream.
“Excited to go back and see your friends?” Martin asked.
“I am. It will be nice to see everyone, and I’m happy for CeCe and Jessie. This has been a long time coming,” I told him.
“So, how do you want to introduce me? As
