Sloane
I wake with a start, looking around quickly. We’re in wolf form, in a meadow I’ve never seen before.
‘Aisling, where are we? What happened? Where’s Benedict?’ I ask.
Slowly, my wolf gets to her feet, looking around and sniffing the air. Nothing smells familiar, yet somehow, it all smells familiar. It’s very disorienting and it makes no sense.
‘Aisling?’ I ask again, just as she catches the scent of something.
She takes off like a shot, racing to the source of the smell. It takes my brain a couple of seconds to catch up with her instinct.
‘MOTHER!’ Aisling says, as a beautiful brown wolf steps out of the forest.
‘Hello, my beautiful daughter,’ Gillian purrs as Aisling begins making a sound that is part yip and part whine, pushing herself against her mother and licking at her f
