Kiara
"We must leave now. Gail is getting too close," I told my wolf as we silently munched on our breakfast.
It has been ten days since that day. In dread of being spotted by someone else, I haven't shifted to my wolf since. Lucian had instructed scouts to patrol the area at all times since Brett and Mason were savagely attacked on the edges of the pack. I was glad that Gail couldn't or perhaps chose not to prevent him from doing that.
Thankfully, Brett and Mason made a full recovery. Yet to my dismay, the entire pack was on the lookout for the mysterious red wolf. Groups of wolves started to scour through the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of the red wolf. They wanted to express their gratitude.
It was flattering. Yet, it also meant that I wouldn't be able to shift even for a si
