Drake.
Running with Vera was nothing like I expected.
I had expected her to be cautious and uncertain with her wolf too new and wild to trust. Instead she tore through the tree line like she had been doing this her whole life.
Cami was fully unleashed, her white fur catching the last of the evening light between the branches. She was fast. Faster than wolves twice her age. And she was laughing. My wolf was drowning in it, the reckless joy pouring off her as she cut left and doubled back and dared me to keep up.
We ran until the pack compound was far behind us and the woods opened into the wide stretch of old forest where the trees grew thick enough to swallow sound.
She slowed near the creek bed, and I shifted and pulled her into me. I had my arms full of the softest wolf fur I had
