*Marcus*

The woman still kept her hood covering her face. Her cloak was dark green and heavy, the kind that would be good enough to sleep on, the kind that would protect the wearer through everything.

It was little more than an accessory, given that we were wolves, and impervious to all of those things either way.

She didn’t want to show her face.

I had seen her before, but years ago, when I had still been a child. And I didn’t remember her, but ...