Ronan POV
The boundaries of my pack were vast and mostly undisturbed by humans or curious hikers. If my mother and I had to give up the islands, this was a damn good second place as far as territories went.
Yellowstone National Park.
The air was different from the island, but it was nearly as clean. It was crisper here, carrying the scents of trees and rivers, whereas the scents from the island were saltier. I frowned, realizing I could barely remember the smell of the ocean.
Perhaps one day I could visit.
There was something calming about the forest, along with the thrill of losing myself deep within its woods. The rivers that coursed through the valleys were just as forceful as the ocean, and the wildlife as varied and breath-taking.
And snow.
I hated it at first, but I grew to l
