Thirty.

Fallon

It was my mother. I recognised her hair and those eyes. She ran deeper and deeper into the forest. My feet pound the ground hard as I try to keep up. I move quickly and silently as I try to keep up. Jumping fallen branches. Dodging trees. It was like my wolf knew exactly what to do.

Alpha Vander and Mara were not far behind. The scents told me that the other Lycans had joined in too, but