Claire's pov

I slipped away from the windmill, seeking solace in the familiar woods. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I followed the winding path to our secret spot where Raven had always awaited me.

Raven focused on her dance and didn't notice my presence for a while. As I walked closer to her piercing eyes met mine and her long curly hair danced in the wind. Her athletic build and toned physique made her a skilled she-wolf.

"Claire, she said, her ...