Craig
Standing in this field, underneath the full moon, waiting for Caylee to arrive is most probably the most uncomfortable I have ever been. Not that I have any problem with waiting for my mate, but I am just outside of pack ground, surrounded by witches. I have none of my own family around me, only strangers, aside from a select few and, honestly, I am not sure if I should be thankful that my family won't see me in this state, or if I wish they were here so that I wouldn't feel so out of place. The witches keep to themselves, clearly not used to being in the presence of a shifter and their mates stick close to them, clearly worried about the fact that I am something they don't know or understand. I can scent some of their fear, yet their excitement about what is to come overwhelms that
