Rosalie
Hand in hand, Jack and I walked out of the back of the pack house. There were several groups of warriors fighting with one another, laughing and joking around. One warrior flipped over a younger Werewolf who let out a loud yip once he landed on his back. The pups were playing on the new jungle gym I asked Keith to order, of course they made it higher and more Werewolf worthy, it towering well over 12 feet off the ground.
The snow had finally come in from the north and a thin blanket settled on the fall leaves last night. It was hard to believe I was just in shorts and a tank top and not getting cold. Pros to being a new Werewolf I guess. Jack continued taking me on a small path just North of the pack house, he wanted to show me something on our run and said it was a surprise. I’
