Samara
The pack lands are gorgeous. As Roman walked me around, showing me different areas, places where the pups go to play, trails that lead to the lake, the lake itself which has already started to freeze over, and then to an area where we can see the snow-capped mountains, Ayla has become more and more restless. She's whining in my head wanting the chance to run. She’s never run in the north and I have to admit, the feel of the cool, crisp air on my face makes me smile. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt the northern chill in the air.
“Are you sure you don’t want to let Ayla out to run?” Roman asks, obviously feeling her increasing desire to run through our link.
“Are you planning to give us some privacy?” I ask him.
“Not yet. Trust works both ways, Samantha.”
“Then no. I’l
