Chapter 95. Pack Territory

Eir’s POV

“Oh, come on! Why are you still mad? It was funny! And look! I am dressed again!”

All I did was roll my eyes while still trying to get through this thick forest. Bushes, threes, and everything green, filled with leaves and long grass, looked like it decided it wanted to brush my face and be up close. This was supposed to be a place where a pack lived nearby; from what I’ve seen so far, it looks just wild and uninhabited. Drifa is pushing, wanting to shift, almost like she is scraping and clawing at me from the inside, adding to the frustration and irritation. Seb said I can’t shift here, not now, not without talking to or introducing ourselves to the local pack. They might see us as intruders or a threat.

However, this doesn’t seem to sink into Drifa’s head. She was still pushing me, pacing around in my mind, and whining to the point that an irking headache was lurking far down in my neck, working its way up my skull. Having him jogging up behind me didn’