GRAY
I watched Myra from the shadows, my wolf more alert than usual whenever she was around. She stood alone at the edge of our territory, looking at the sunset.
I stepped forward deliberately, letting a twig snap under my boot to alert her. When she spun around, I caught a flash of something like guilt across her face before she quickly covered it with that guarded expression she wore so well.
"That's what I've been wondering too," I said quietly. "Who are you really, Myra?"
She let out a nervous laugh, but it sounded forced. "What do you mean? I'm just Myra."
"Don't play games with me," I said, my voice carrying a warning. "We both know there's more to you than that."
"I don't know what you mean, Alpha," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
I won't let her escape this time.
