“Not like screwed, screwed,” I tried to reassure them. “But maybe it’s best to stay out of her way. We can split the packs up. Run in totally different directions….”
A noise on the slope behind us had me baring my fangs.
There was a small brown wolf with short fur poking her snout through the trees followed by a taller golden wolf with light red streaks down her fluffy tail. I sniffed the air, recognizing them just as Amber’s and Danielle’s wolves bounded forward. The sisters bumped into and rubbed against Ismelda’s and Kimberly’s wolves.
“Great. We’re running a daycare now.” Fallon shooed the younger females, herding them back up the mountain and away from whatever was going on down by the pond.
“They’re not that much younger than us,” I said. But the way their wolves tumbled together
