large, dark structure with a bright sign. I couldn't make out what it read from my angle. I did, however, recognize that all of the cars in the parking lot were extremely expensive, many imported.
A heavy feline scent hung in the air, and it wasn't from house cats.
Shifters.
I slowed down to a near-crawl and walked around the immense building. A wide variety of odors assaulted our nose, everything from food to perfumes. I could even smell strange plant life—they had to have been imported like the cars.
Around the back of the building, I finally saw windows. People danced inside, appearing to have the time of their lives. Music sounded from inside, loud enough that I could feel the beat on the ground.
I paced, keeping my focus on the party. Victoria's scent lingered, and it was stronger here. It seemed to be coming from inside, but that didn't make any sense. Why would a wolf be in there? Especially among feline shifters?
Rumors abounded of jaguars and cougars, but this was the first real proof I had of any of it. Though I couldn't tell if what I smelled was jaguar or cougar, I had a feeling I'd soon know the difference.
My wolf and I sat, focusing all the more on the dancers. I could sense that he wanted to leave, not that I could blame him. We were in dangerous territory, and if any of the other shifters caught wind of us it might get ugly. No way we could take on an entire pack—or herd, or whatever cats traveled in.
Then I saw her. Not only was Victoria in human form—during the full moon—but she was dancing with a tall, muscular man.
A low growl escaped our throat. I wasn't sure if that was from me or my wolf. I didn't care.
What was she doing with that guy?
I growled, exposing our teeth. I would tear him apart.
My wolf urged me to back down.
Have you lost your mind?
An annoying feeling of calmness washed over me.
Stop it!
He didn't. Another few minutes of this, and I would curl up and go to sleep.
A thought crossed my mind—I knew nothing of what had happened to her during our time apart. Running inside to fight wouldn't solve anything.
Back before her death, we had been in rival packs. Both of our fathers were alphas, and had expressly forbidden us from seeing each other. We had both been chosen to marry others from our respective packs.
Not that any of that had kept me from falling head over paws for her.
My wolf finally relented with his force to calm me. I brought my focus back to Victoria.
I let out a yelp.
She was wearing a white lacy dress. I jumped up and paced. This couldn't be a wedding, could it? She hadn't somehow been turned into a cat shifter?
No. It wasn't possible.
Victoria was a wolf .
Yet she was human during the full moon.
What had they done to her?
I growled and inched toward the building.
A twig snapped nearby.
It was only someone taking a bag of trash to the dumpster. He didn't even look my way.
I snapped my neck back toward Victoria. That pompous jerk held her close and spoke into her ear. She threw her head back and laughed.
My wolf urged me to return to the pack.
Never.
A wave of calm pulsated through me.
Sometimes I hated him. It was my turn to give in to his leadership. Later, I would probably agree that he was right. But right then, staring at Victoria in the arms of another man—a feline shifter—nothing other than an attack made sense.
Why was she wearing what looked like a wedding dress? Could that just be the style of formal wear this year?
My wolf stepped away from the building. He'd calmed the fight out of me. When he burst into a run, I merely went along for the ride. I would need to find out as much as I could the next day when she showed up to class.
That was it. Tomorrow was the first day of classes. She wouldn't be getting married right now.
My own relief washed through me.
I'd overreacted, and my wolf had been right.
We traveled through the woods, again passing my home. The air pressed our fur back like a heavy wind blows down blades
A heavy feline scent hung in the air, and it wasn't from house cats.
Shifters.
I slowed down to a near-crawl and walked around the immense building. A wide variety of odors assaulted our nose, everything from food to perfumes. I could even smell strange plant life—they had to have been imported like the cars.
Around the back of the building, I finally saw windows. People danced inside, appearing to have the time of their lives. Music sounded from inside, loud enough that I could feel the beat on the ground.
I paced, keeping my focus on the party. Victoria's scent lingered, and it was stronger here. It seemed to be coming from inside, but that didn't make any sense. Why would a wolf be in there? Especially among feline shifters?
Rumors abounded of jaguars and cougars, but this was the first real proof I had of any of it. Though I couldn't tell if what I smelled was jaguar or cougar, I had a feeling I'd soon know the difference.
My wolf and I sat, focusing all the more on the dancers. I could sense that he wanted to leave, not that I could blame him. We were in dangerous territory, and if any of the other shifters caught wind of us it might get ugly. No way we could take on an entire pack—or herd, or whatever cats traveled in.
Then I saw her. Not only was Victoria in human form—during the full moon—but she was dancing with a tall, muscular man.
A low growl escaped our throat. I wasn't sure if that was from me or my wolf. I didn't care.
What was she doing with that guy?
I growled, exposing our teeth. I would tear him apart.
My wolf urged me to back down.
Have you lost your mind?
An annoying feeling of calmness washed over me.
Stop it!
He didn't. Another few minutes of this, and I would curl up and go to sleep.
A thought crossed my mind—I knew nothing of what had happened to her during our time apart. Running inside to fight wouldn't solve anything.
Back before her death, we had been in rival packs. Both of our fathers were alphas, and had expressly forbidden us from seeing each other. We had both been chosen to marry others from our respective packs.
Not that any of that had kept me from falling head over paws for her.
My wolf finally relented with his force to calm me. I brought my focus back to Victoria.
I let out a yelp.
She was wearing a white lacy dress. I jumped up and paced. This couldn't be a wedding, could it? She hadn't somehow been turned into a cat shifter?
No. It wasn't possible.
Victoria was a wolf .
Yet she was human during the full moon.
What had they done to her?
I growled and inched toward the building.
A twig snapped nearby.
It was only someone taking a bag of trash to the dumpster. He didn't even look my way.
I snapped my neck back toward Victoria. That pompous jerk held her close and spoke into her ear. She threw her head back and laughed.
My wolf urged me to return to the pack.
Never.
A wave of calm pulsated through me.
Sometimes I hated him. It was my turn to give in to his leadership. Later, I would probably agree that he was right. But right then, staring at Victoria in the arms of another man—a feline shifter—nothing other than an attack made sense.
Why was she wearing what looked like a wedding dress? Could that just be the style of formal wear this year?
My wolf stepped away from the building. He'd calmed the fight out of me. When he burst into a run, I merely went along for the ride. I would need to find out as much as I could the next day when she showed up to class.
That was it. Tomorrow was the first day of classes. She wouldn't be getting married right now.
My own relief washed through me.
I'd overreacted, and my wolf had been right.
We traveled through the woods, again passing my home. The air pressed our fur back like a heavy wind blows down blades
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