As I was sneaking out the next morning to meet Talon, I stayed well away from the border so the patrols wouldn’t spot me. But today, they were closer than usual. I ducked behind a tree as they passed, talking about something strange they’d found during night patrol—tracks at the border that weren’t wolf or human.
“It’s not our problem. The Alpha’s on it.” One said.
“Think it’s that girl?” The other asked.
“The quaint girl?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Because she's a wolf—and her feet aren’t that big.” The first one said.
“How do we know she can’t shift into something bigger? We don’t know what she can do.”
“If she could, she would’ve already. She’s had plenty of chances—she could’ve killed the Alpha when she started glowing that night.”
“Maybe.” The second one said.
Once they were gone, I
