We'd been running for what felt like hours. Free from the stresses of the human world. Feeling like one with nature.
"Do you want to meet the pack?"
"Really?" I didn't know if I was ready for that or not yet. It had been so long, would they remember me. Would they accept me back into the pack?
"They've all been asking about you and we're not far from the den."
"Who's been asking about me?" Now I was curious.
"Your mum and dad to start with. I've been trying to hold them back from storming into town as soon as I found you. It hasn't been easy."
I felt my eyes well up with tears. Did panthers cry? I remembered them from when I was a kid but I couldn't picture them now. Would I even recognise them?
Buck and Michael both came to a standstill next to me as I battled with my own thought
