Chapter 16. Rejected Again

Brinley

My Wolf tugged at the back of my mind. She was hungry. We needed to hunt. She had gotten much better with her hunting skills and had even caught a couple of foxes, but it had been a few days since we'd eaten.

My chattering teeth woke me from my stupor. It was foolish of me to stay in my skin in this climate. Winter was upon us and snow would fall soon. I let the change happen, fur covering skin.

We hunted for several hours, but it just wasn't our night, and once again I trudged back to our ledge on the mountain, too exhausted to continue.

I shifted into my skin, braving the cold night air, and pulled myself up the side of the cliff. I needed the comfort of my bear. My hands felt empty after having twined my fingers in the soft texture of Coal's wolf.

The freezing temperature quickly numbed my hands and feet, making it dangerous for me to scale the rock face. On the way down, my foot slipped, causing a gash in my heel. I couldn't hold back my whi