Book 3: The Tiniest Moves

Coit

Alpha Gerald leads the hunting party. He moves quickly and efficiently for a wolf of his age. Aside from the silver running through his dark fur, he’s as agile and healthy as his son and grandsons. I don’t know where he gets all this energy from.

I’m at the back of the group with Lydia. Because we are mates, we can, thankfully, use the mind-link to communicate. She asks, “Are you all right?”

“I’m great,” I reply. “I like being out in the woods. I spent most of my childhood outdoors."

"I’m the same. I would start to get antsy if I’m cooped up inside for too long.” She nods to a treehouse to our right. "Dad built that for us when we were kids. My brothers would ban me from going inside. They said it was a ‘boys only’ treehouse.”

“What did they do up there?”

“Whatever boys do when they’re together.” She shakes her head. Her wolf is just as beautiful as her human form. “I always wanted sisters, but my parents didn’t have any more