GINGER
I finally found the exit and stepped outside into the cold, crisp air, inhaling the scent of winter, pine trees, and Alaskan wilderness, something that was far more abundant down here than up where I’d been living.
The off-campus housing Tyce, or someone else in the pack, had found for Terri and me was practically next door to campus, making the walk home fairly easy. While the cold would have certainly bothered me before I’d gotten my wolf back, since turning full wolfy, I’d discovered extreme cold didn’t register the same way anymore. Heat, on the other hand, was a different story. While I hadn’t experienced it firsthand yet, I’d heard trips down south were sweaty, miserable getaways.
Thankfully, Hawaii’s weather seemed to be fairly moderate, so my dream of a tropical island ho
