Hope's POV.
The sun already hangs low in the sky by the time Morgana and I arrive back at the pack house. The setting sun creates the illusion that the entire territory has been glazed with rich golden honey - covering every possible surface in a warm soft hue. The air smells sweet, like freshly picked wild flowers. Even the breeze is a little more playful than usual as it sweeps through the leaves above.
An almost perfect evening.
Morgana and I are both still a little winded, and covered in dirt as we walk back to the pack house - deep in conversation and laughing happily about the wonderful day we shared.
"Well, you two look like you had a great time."
I stop dead in my tracks, my breath hitching in my lungs. My mouth goes dry, my pulse grows unsteady - even my wolf sits at full att
