her eyes, matting her dark fur. A stinging pain followed but it was numbed by the anger pumping through her. Her eyes narrowed, she too

s, she shook the sand off and let out a high-pitched howl. Her tail straightened up, ears stood high with her

swayed in rhythm to the light wind as if in warning, no one was in sight but the arrows had come from there.

ds. A tree branch snapped, dread spurred her on and she shot forward like the poisonous arrows would appea

et came in contact with the tarred road. Rows of cluttered houses came into view. The streets were deserted as the pack still mourned bu

to a small garden with a short wooden fence. Shrubbery spilling on her path tickled her limbs, she pushed

the water fountain with leaves woven around it in an intricate pattern. Moisture coated the seat, dr

r her as the petals spread open in salutation. Zebulun had blue eyes. Still in a

not healing,

. She peered at the chiselled figure of the first Zebulun staring off into space with hands folded on his chest and her head lowered in

re. Her wolf’s head dipped into the fountain, water s

hind limbs, beat the surfa

en her legs and curled into a ball. Hadiza grunted, asking her to relinquish control to her so she could stre

louder. “You need

g Hadiza’s distress. She couldn't explain the unusual calm or the peace that s

you wear?

aled fast, one of their Moon Goddess given gifts, plus their speed and many other things Za didn't care to th

l would do that, or, a rouge. But rouges knew better

to attack them. The thought of war sent chills up her spine, it had been so long

wake and a few of their pack members dead. Members they never spoke about but honoured their memories. It s

attack

nxiety from seeing her wolf hurt, her inability to heal. “Did you notice it? The air

d each other's thoughts but right now, she didn't like the images Hadiza's mind c

yelp in reply, Hadiza add

my lovely. We ar

eveal shiny fingernails an eternity at the spa wouldn't guarantee. Hadiza sat up, straightening her hair over her breasts with a sigh. Sh

came in, “I

wet earth and everything associated with Wanji. The brown-eyed beauty frowned,

nk skirt that looked a size too small. “Pink? A pink skirt?” Za giggled. Wanji cro

A bralette was the word that best described the article of clothing. She would never be found dead in these

ack a smart remark, expectant eyes waiting on her

d her face, giving the appearance of a docile pup until she flashed her canines to show her irritation. Her na

itch off and it would se

d in a falsetto.

ocked m

over but the black-eyed lady was still her best friend. “I told you I wanted to cle

orbs the colour of liquid honey. “You shouldn't have.” She stretched her hand to

he flower with her mind. She blinked, the flower had

round her chest and let her hair fall, willing the unus

sed the b