-Claire's P.O.V.-
I don't hurry too much on my way to the pack house, I still had about two hours before curfew. My wolf wanted to run after not being able to shift for an entire day and I wasn't about to stop her. Now that her scent was almost everywhere she didn't dwell on that much, she only ran like she usually does, her trail has become predictable to the point I can already picture it as if she was taking me through a tour in the territory.
She never goes too close to the pack house as she isn't very social, wonder who she got that from, and doesn't want to see other wolves as she fears they won't be friendly. I feel sorry for her in those moments since being my wolf hasn't shown her the best of people, she can still imagine my memories of the newly shifted juveniles chasing after
