I made my way towards the back of the pack house, where Zion said he would be waiting. From what I've gathered, the back of the pack house led to a part of the forest that wasn't overcrowded with trees and had just the perfect amount of space for a wolf to run freely.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach dancing, but that didn't take away the huge smile on my face. My hands kept fiddling with the hem of my top as anticipation for what was to come built up.

I rounded the corner and saw ...