  I stared blankly at the walls in Logan's office, a blanket pooled around my waist and a jumper hanging off of my frame to protect me from the cold air of Logan's house. Logan sat behind his desk, his head submerged in maps and paperwork to keep himself busy.

  After I had discovered the bodies almost a week ago the whole pack had been turned upside down with the horrifying news. The family members of those who had been murdered were notified almost immediately and a funeral had been held deep in the woods a few days later. I closed my eyes as I remembered the faces of the parents whose children had been killed. Their faces would haunt me every time I closed my eyes and every time I tried to sleep at night it was all I could see.

  

      The two who had been killed were Clara Wood and James Kidd. They were both eighteen years old and were mates who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. James had been selected to patrol the north border and Clara had gone along to keep him company when they were attacked by rogues and no doubt my father had been present as well.

  

      I knew that as soon as I read the letter that had bee

  I let go of Logan's hand and quickly skipped behind a tree where I stripped of my clothes when I knew that no one was around to watch me shift. I closed my eyes and focused on my wolf and what she looked like, in less than a second I felt heat rush through my body before by body morphed into my wolf form. The shift was nothing like my first shift as I hadn't felt any pain only a little discomfort nor had it taken hours to shift.

  

      I took Logan's jumper in my mouth and began to trot through the forest. My wolf was enjoying herself as she easily moved through the trees, her powerful paws digging into the earth and the wind ruffling my fur. I once again felt free and at one with not only myself but nature as well, the feeling was both exhilarating and addictive.

  

      Logan appeared in front of me in his wolf form with his clothes tied to one of his back legs. My wolf and I 

I stared blankly at the walls in Logan's office, a blanket pooled around my waist and a jumper hanging off of my frame to protect me from the cold air of Logan's house. Logan sat behind his desk, his head submerged in maps and paperwork to keep himself busy.

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