te

y all know what it is like to be an outsider. We drink beer, and I listen to them talk about the bullshit they put up with from the pack throughout the day

only gives us the scraps, but man, Cassie

sfits of the Moon River Pack. “We could all go for a run after dinner so that we

mean a run?

lf out and ru

ken my wolf form

dinner table. “How ol

nty-one next w

teen? That is odd; you have never tu

r turned,” I

nd why you never t

either,

scussed any of this w

f. So no, he never talked to me about turning into m

e, and we will help you make your first turn,” Cassie says. Cassie wants to help me, but

be great, but will i

love it,” John chimes into the conversation. John is overly confident in my a

no knowledge of anythin

s a big smile at me again with the overconf

d at his simple explanation. Like, I will run out

to explain, but once we all get out in the woods,

gside the women. I have never seen people working together as a collective. Is this what all packs are like? They are all playful and caring for each other. I have

ay any attention to the boys; they always get like this before we go for a run,” Angie says. Angie h

us about turning into m

ou are now. I promise it is nothing to be afraid of,” Angie says. Angie ta

ou,” I say

t help but laugh as I watch them jump and shout as they head toward the w

ertain places in the woods. The rest of the pack has free reign, but

over my ability to be afraid of turning. I will be so em

do all the work; all you have to do is let yo

of the woods, I watch as they start to turn into their wolf form. Angie comes up

ays. Cassie and Karen come up in their wolf for

get a running go, and your body and you

t think it is working,” I say as I stop for them to catch up to m

” I exclaim. Taking my wolf form is the most fantastic thing I hav

. “What pack were yo

er. It feels weird all

mperial, no doubt. Who wa

ame was Rainwa

only one reason an imperial is ever cast out of their pack,

d in my fur is an incredible feeling. We run to the creek and stop. The creek is beautiful in the moonlight. I look down at my reflection in the stream. My deep blue eyes shine brightly a

e eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful

s the Alpha’s son and our

yummy,”

usly dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar,

o see him in hu

house to work. He is the only kind person in that dam

know what tomorr

do our work, collect our scraps and get the hell

“I see you two are taking

ver here; I wonde

Imperial wolf ended up on this side of the

have to be up early in

house; as we approach the top of the hill to run down to our home, I h

ss the creek,”

ious about the new

te,” I s

are you doing he

ong story,

k says. He turns and runs away. I watch him as he runs back in