HUNTER'S POV
Under the cloak of night, I, Hunter, advanced along the road with Zora by my side. Our lupine forms, the bearskin on my back, hinted at the journey we were undertaking towards the Sawtooth National Forest in Idaho, a land that stretched across the majestic Rocky Mountains. However, as we reached the road, Zora halted, sparking my bewilderment.
“It seems we've arrived, Hunter,” Zora announced with a smile.
Incredulous, I denied, “Impossible. We barely left Alastair's territory. It would take at least a day to get to Idaho.”
Zora, with a mysterious smile, clarified, “We don't need to travel as wolves to get there, Hunter. My pack isn't that primitive.”
Noticing the perplexity in my gaze, Zora assumed her human form and adjusted the cloak she wore. I understood that I should
