The forest held its breath.
McKenna moved like a shadow between the trees, clutching her backpack strap to her chest as though the canvas could steady the tremors racing through her body. Her wolf whispered restlessly in her head, the words still echoing from earlier.
You really jumped him, didn’t you?
“Oh, just keep quiet. I don’t know what came over me,” McKenna hissed back, whispering to herself as if her wolf might keep its giggling to a minimum.
It might have something to do with the Blood Moon coming up, her wolf teased.
“Well, you could have warned me.”
You might also be accepting the fact that he’s our mate.
“Yeah… might be,” McKenna admitted, surprising herself with the honesty. “I feel… safe when I’m around him.”
Her wolf softened. We have to get going. It’s almost time.
