Kali
Run. Run to peace. Run to freedom.
My lungs burned as my wolf ran through the trees with only freedom in mind. Away from the pain, away from the scorn, away from the responsibilities—just run until there was joy again.
“Kali.”
Recognizing her name, my wolf stopped short and swiveled her head toward the sound. Snapping her teeth, she growled a low warning as one of the males slowly approached her. He posed no threat to her in human form, but in his hand was the most delicious-smelling slab of beef.
Her mouth drooled.
“You really are a pretty wolf, aren’t you?” he remarked as he sat down. “I just finished making a late lunch before I laid down for a nap. I’m happy to share it with you if you want to lay down calmly and eat with me.”
She snapped again. She didn’t need to eat with
