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Bowen’s chestnut wolf and Theron’s gray wolf joined us.
I worried Myla’s wolf would be intimidated by the presence of four male wolves, but thankfully, I was wrong. She herded us, rubbing herself against our fur. Her message was clear.
We were hers.
Something about her boldness put my wolf at ease.
Without warning, she snapped her teeth and took off into the trees.
Our wolves chased after her. She darted between exposed roots and piles of leaves. Small animals scurried out of her way, offering her an unobstructed path.
Bowen’s wolf nipped at her heels, taunting her. She zig-zagged, swerving around a clump of saplings. Theron’s wolf bolted ahead, determined to block Myla’s route.
She warned us that her wolf was a feisty, sneaky thing, and when she changed directions, diving between my wolf’s legs, I believed it. I turned, tailing her as she retraced our steps and veered down an incline. I knew where she was going.
Just ahead was a small river that led to a lake by the west gate. It was shallow enough to run across without needing to swim. Bowen’s wolf appeared, jogging alongside mine.
Do we cut her off at the river or let her pass the glade before we catch her? Bowen asked.
The river, I replied.
That was another thing we were missing. Once we bonded, we’d not only be able to feel her, but we could speak with her in wolf form as well. Until then, we had to trust our wolves to interpret her cues.
My wolf was ready to catch his mate.
I’m going around the back, Theron said.
And I’ll come up the river, Silas added.
Perfect. She would be blocked from all angles.
We separated, tracking her movements while cutting her off and herding her into the center of our trap. My wolf’s enthusiasm was palpable. The hunt for his mate excited him. The wind smelled of dirt and musk, and the ground was soft beneath my paws. Sunlight glinted off her golden fur ahead, giving away her position.
Suddenly, she stopped and took a seat.
What is she doing? Theron asked.
I’m not sure, but I don’t trust it, Bowen said.
She’s planning something, Silas said. We need a plan of our own.
Let’s send out a red herring, Bowen said.
I rolled my eyes, already seeing where this was going. Let me guess. I’m the red herring?
Well, you are the redhead, Bowen said, laughter in his voice.
Ha-ha, you’re hilarious, I deadpanned.
I try my best, Bowen replied.
A little focus, people, Theron said.
My gaze snapped back to Myla’s wolf. Her posture was relaxed as she sat back on her haunches and lazily licked her front paw.
She was taunting us—demonstrating how unconcerned she was in our presence. My wolf loved how comfortable she was with us, but he was also irritated by her flippant dismissal of our prowess. It fueled his competitiveness.
I’ll show my hand and go out to get her, and when she runs, you guys jump in, I said.
