K I A R A
My head whipped around, my senses were suddenly on high alert. The forest had gone silent. Too silent. Even the birds had stopped chirping. A wolf's instinct was never wrong and every fiber of my being was screaming danger.
Then I saw her. A beautiful she wolf. Her scent was familiar, but I couldn't place it. She was a light brown, almost blonde color. Her eyes were cold and they were fixed on me.
There was something about her that sent a chill down my spine. She wasn't from our pack. I would have known. And she wasn't from any of the allied packs that had helped us in the war either.
She took a step towards me, her movements graceful. But there was a deadly grace to her. A predator's grace.
Her voice echoed in my head. It was cold and devoid of any emotion.
I asked, my ow
