Blurs of black, grey and white dashed through and between the trees as Isla and Einar chased each other, playfully nipping at each other’s ankles, whilst trying to pounce on each other. Einar was faster than his mate, but Isla’s ability to wriggle out of the tightest spaces left him both amazed and aroused as her body pressed against his own. When Conri and Fidella had noticed that her smell had become fragrant and irresistible they knew they had to leave the pack in Ewan’s capable hands for a while. There were too many unmated males around to stay in the camp. Isla and Einar had insisted they be allowed to run together in their true form until they found a suitable place for Fidella to spend her heat. It was an easy request to grant, as neither the Alpha nor the Luna had had the chance to
