The Perfect Opportunity
Katelyn arrived at the river crossing just before sunset, the sky tinged with orange and pink hues.
The entire day had felt interminable, each hour stretching into what seemed like a week.
Conversations she forced herself into felt stiff and uncomfortable, lacking genuine warmth.
Every glance from another wolf made her wonder if they somehow knew her secrets or suspicions.
By the time she reached the designated meeting spot—a secluded clearing near the old willow tree—her nerves were stretched thin, trembling with anticipation and anxiety.
Jocelyn was already there. Waiting. Leaning against one of the old stone supports.
Her expression was unreadable. “You came.”
“You asked me to.” Katelyn countered.
Jocelyn nodded. For several seconds, neither spoke. T
