*Brody*
My heart pounded in my chest as the familiar gravel road stretched like a narrow strip through the thickets of green forest, looming before me. My clammy hands tightened their grip on the steering wheel, becoming almost iron-like, and my breathing quickened. I was a bundle of nerves. Only one place could have such an effect on me—home.
I nearly forgot how wonderfully dense the crowns of the local trees are. The bark is a rich orange-brown, and the moss-covered ground is lush. As a toddler, I ran between these trees, giggling happily at every rabbit I encountered. My wolf sat quietly beside me, his gaze sweeping over the panorama before us with longing. He greedily inhaled the scents of the larches and the rich, fertile soil drifting through an open window. His ears perked up, lis
