The next day dawned, and I was eager to resume our morning routine. As werewolves, Hunter and I used to meet near the river every morning. It was our special time when we shared secrets and stories, and I was determined to discuss what had happened the previous night.
Transformed into my wolf form, I emerged from the den, letting the soft morning light filter through the forest trees. The surrounding nature was alive, and I could feel the fresh breeze carrying the scents of the forest as I followed Hunter's familiar trail.
Finally, I found him near the river, also in his wolf form. He was lying by the riverbank, his gray fur shining under the sunlight. My wolf heart leaped with joy at the sight of him, and a part of me knew that this moment was a refuge amidst the changes happening in th
