The Forgotten Mate

Elira

I stand near the heavy wooden gates of the rogue pack, the powerful smell of food filling the air around me. The sun has dipped low enough for the sky to turn a soft, fading gold.

I see Vera walking quickly through the gates, her steps light and swift, her entire expression almost glowing with triumph. She looks incredibly pleased with herself, far too pleased for someone who has only been away on a simple, harmless trip.

Where has she been, exactly? That sharp ...