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The pack travels ata slow, steady pace. We’ve been on the move now for the last week and a half, setting up camp at night while we sleep under the stars.

We’re on constant alert. The pack enforcers take to the front and back of the convoy, keeping an ear out for children.

The last thing we need is a repeat of that awful night two weeks ago. Back when humans invaded our territory.

We lost half of our pack. We were already a small pack at four-hundred, but now that size has been reduced, and to say we’re vulnerable would be an understatement.

Humans are becoming unpredictable. And we mustn’t forget that they are smart, too. We may be at the top of the food chain, but humans have been on this great big ball of dirt much longer than we have. They were a dominant species long before we came along.

They had dominion over all animals, keeping them as pets or locking them up in ‘zoos’.

Keeping them in cages, pretty much.

And the tables have been turned. Nowwolvesare the ones keeping humans behind bars.

My eyes fall on the wolf-drawn cart near the heart of our convoy, and there I spy that slumped, brown-haired figure.

A lance goes straight through my heart, and I look away before the sight of her breaks me.

Her name is Raven. The young woman prophesied to bring about the fall of our race, and the one I am destined to befriend.

The moon spirit Luna’s words repeat in my mind,“You must find the one they call Raven... and befriend them...”

If it weren’t for Raven, I would never have met Luna. I’d probably still be banished, or worse, dead.

And I never would have seen my mates Patrick, Hunter, or Brent ever again. Even though the latter has rejected me countless times, we’re still connected. We bonded that night for a reason at the mating ceremony.

Call it magic or fate or whatever, but Brent and I are meant for each other.

It’s just a shame he has this whole vendetta against the human race. Ever since the humans attacked, he’s had it out for them, and understandably so. But his vehemence is bordering on frightening.

Patrick walks beside me. Half of the pack travel in wolf form, and the rest travel by human foot. We take breaks now and then, taking a seat on a cart or walking in either human or lupine form.

I’ve traveled most of the journey so far by foot. I’m no pansy; I can handle the long distance.
























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