Patrice P.O.V.
.........................Located somewhere in New York State
It was another full moon.
The silvery light poured over the forest, casting long shadows on the ground and illuminating every rustling leaf. I prowled beneath the trees, my wolf paws sinking into the cool, damp earth. The familiar scent of the wild surrounded me, the rhythmic pulse of the forest beating in harmony with my own heartbeat. This was my wolf life-wild, free and simple. Survival was my only concern. Solitude was my companion on nights like tonight.
On nights, I could sneak away from my struggling college student life. I always find myself roaming, hunting for a meal and then returning to my small den I had created for my wolf, Savannah. Shortly after coming to America, my wolf Savannah came forth. My
