Georgina's P.O.V
I made up my mind now that I was feeling better than I had since returning home. I put a lot of thought into this, and I was finally ready. I made my way to the dungeon. Padding across the soft white snow of the pack grounds I've always loved winter... Peter, Karla and I snuck out at night to make snow angels, but as soon as we got back inside and looked at our artwork out of the window, it would be gone, covered with a fresh set of new snow.
Now the snow wasn't so heavy, yet winter had just started two days ago, but already the chill bit into my skin as I walked. It's true wolves hardly got sick or cold, so if one did something was wrong, though that didnt mean I was sick or anything, it just meant I might not be as strong as I thought I was.
When I reached the dungeon
