As my father approached my growling wolf in fear, I attempted to tell her to leave him alone. She hesitated. Just as she could read my thoughts, I could read hers, and she was furious that our father treated us the way a father should never treat a pup.
It took her a while to listen to me. She turned around, rushed to Ethan, and stood on two feet to lick his face, then he ran away. I didn’t know where she was going, and I was uncertain about our future, but I knew that anywhere was better than the place I used to call home.
It felt incredibly comfortable to hide inside her mind and body. I no longer felt any pain. My wolf rushed into the woods and soon found some bushes where she could hide. Only when she lay down and whimpered a little did I realise that all the pain I had felt before w
