Chapter 7

• Callan POV
• We race through the trees, weaving between them and pouncing over the large rocks that lay in our path. Both Micha's and Eric’s wolves are large and strong, but my wolf is bigger than both. All alpha wolves are large, but mine happens to be larger than most. Even Alister was impressed with how large my wolf was. We reached the small box that we stashed our clothes inside; the forest happened to be next to the house which was perfect for us. It’s large and beautiful, but it’s also open to the public, so we have to be careful when in our wolf forms, it is extremely popular with joggers, dog walkers, and local kids wanting to get drunk, or scare each other silly with ghost stories of the old witch that supposedly lived in these woods hundreds of years ago but we make sure to take extra care and have never been caught by any of the humans. We also have the sanctuary of the pack house and its grounds, but Alister has made sure I never feel safe or wanted there. If the forest is ever busy though, and we need to let our wolves out, we always have the option to go there, I just make sure to avoid Alister like he has the bubonic plague. The land surrounding the pack house is a part of this forest, the trees seem thicker and older though, the closer we get to the pack house. All the land that the pack house sits on is privately owned by my twat of a dad, so we are safe from humans seeing us. I enjoyed running through the gardens at the pack house as a young wolf, but now the whole area feels oppressive. Alister made sure I always felt his presence whenever I went home, which is one of the reasons I avoided it as much as I could.
• As I dress, I can’t help the feeling of dread that has begun to wash over me. Something deep in my gut is telling me something is wrong. The air feels electrifying, as if a storm is brewing and about to unleash its fury on us.