NATALIE

My eyes trail off to the off—white wolf running alongside a grey wolf. A line begins to form, a good side which helps me recognise who is who.

I won’t cause anymore accidents. Clenching my hands into fists, I walk forth, determined to do what I never thought I ever will.

The group of pack warriors, give me way and let me walk to the front, facing the rogues. They all have oddly stopped when they saw the pack members falling back and coming into a defensive formation.

Rogues don’t have such detailed thoughts. They can’t think so straight. It’s absurd that they even have one huge wolf standing at the front, snorting down at me.

An Alpha. An even absurd sight to see. It’s almost like they are a pack, a hierarchical pack.

But, the foul smell hanging in the air gives away their identity.

When I stop in front of the whole shifted wolf army of the pack, the supposed rogue Alpha shifts back to his human form.

I breathe in through my nose and unclench my hands.

“ It’s good y