The air smelt like a fresh mountain breeze. Her paws leaped effortlessly from one point to another. She had missed the feeling she got from her morning ritual of racing with the sun. She felt lighter and better since the death of her child. She still bore the hurt in her heart, but gradually she was navigating the process of healing.
Verity increased her speed when she noticed the sun rising above the horizon. She came to a stop just as the son set in its position and let out a loud howl.
The best part of living on a land filled with werewolves was the freedom to shift wherever and whenever. And despite the pack's large crowd, the forest was still large enough to accommodate all and still leave room for privacy.
She was on her way back to the pack when she bumped into another wolf. She
