Abby’s POV
We ran for well over an hour, Burnt taking note of every pack member’s individual scent. We galloped along the beach, darted into the woods, tore down the runoff trail, and leapt over fallen trees and low-hanging branches. At times, we even played hide-and-seek—hunting out individual members, somehow managing to give most of the pack personal attention.
Once the sun had completely set and shadows swallowed everything, we let out a howl, signaling it was time to head back to the dining hall for dinner.
Charlotte had stuck close to me the entire run. Her wolf, Tiffany, was mortified by Charlotte’s past behavior and now leaned on Burnt for advice. Apparently, they were learning how to cohabitate after being at odds for years. Turns out, Tiffany and Charlotte were the exact oppos
