Keith
I’m weaving through the first line of trees when the sound of footsteps draws my attention behind me.
I turn around, ready for an attack, when I see Camille behind me.
“Are you following me now?”
“When you run like that, yes. Whatever is happening, I’m in.”
“Did you see those two males the Queen was talking to?”
“Yeah, why?”
“They ran into the woods where the females were hunting.” I see him putting together the pieces of my implication. “We have to shift.”
Without hesitation, Camille falls on his hands and knees, and we shift in unison.
When my paws hit the ground, my hybrid locks onto Camille's wolf as he lifts his snot to meet my eyes.
The large russet wolf is still smaller than a hybrid, his head coming up only to his shoulder.
The russet wolf snorts, shaking off an
