changed shifts and the wheat smelled different. Lynexia could feel the awakening moon. Every instinct told her to shift. As much as she urged her body, it just couldn't change. The silence of

ipped fast to the ground and stained the grass behind her. She reached the edge of the trees and realized that her arm hurt. She looked back at her hand and arm. Normally, by now, wounds lik

Lynexia confessed. “I'm sorry Lavender,” she added. “It’s alright. We understand.” Lavender smiled. Lavender and Ginger picked the shards of wood out of Lynexia’s arm and hand. “No one will be mad at you, young one. It is hard to handle when you lose such a precious part of you.” Lavender assured. As the females finished pulling the last of the splinters, Alpha Cyan walked into the kitchen. He was followed by Marcel and Wyett. “Why do I smell blood?” he questioned.``Miss Lynexia became angry and frustrated with her wolf situation and punched a hole in the side of one of the barns.” Lavender explained. “Well, that’s better than crying and sle

r leave but made no moves to stop her. She had made great progress. She spoke, interacted, and at something. She had a long road but seemed, at least a little, willing to try. As

are right. I am afraid she might never come back. Yes, I know she will never be the same. I just hope Melania can bring some semblance of the old Lynexia back. At least what Marcel and Wyett described.” Ginger sighed. “Lynexia is a strong girl. She comes from a strong and resilient stock. I am sure, in t

x-foot section,” Wyett responded. “The whole was three feet across but the section splintered and cracked like a spiderweb,” Marcel added. The group sat and talked for a few more hours. Someone knocked on the door and the conv

es, how would you feel?” Ginger scolded. “I wasn’t trying to be insulting, Mama, I’m sorry if it came out that way.” Alrik apologized. “Think about what you want to say before you say it,” Lavender stated. “Lynexia is in her room,” she added. “Oh, I was hoping to meet her before we left. It might make the transition easier if she knows who she is traveling with.” the young male confessed. “Don’t worry, you will have plenty of time to meet her before we leave. Just

ithout words. “Does he speak?” Lynexia looked at Ginger. “Normally, he can’t stop.” Lavender quipped. “Look, Alrik, I know I look like an emaciated scarecrow and my scent is not what it should be. But you don’t have to stare.” Lynexia became annoyed. “No, no” he shook his head, “I’m sorry I stared. You look fine to me. Yo

help it.” Alrik confessed. “You are young but you have to learn to control your mouth and your acti

re you sure you are ready to leave?” Ginger questioned. “It really doesn’t matter,” Lynexia responded. “Of course it matters. If you’re not ready, we can wait a bit longer.’ Ginger assured. “No, it doesn’t. No matter where I am, I will be just as I am. The decision has been mad

tated. “ I AM NOT A PUPPY! I am a wolf!” Alrik became angry. “Alrik, Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I know you have a feeling she is your mate but now is not the time to pursue that. Lynexia is not emotionally or mentally ready to be mated. “I know, I just got lost when my wolf howled then whimpered when

aying goodbye to her pack and her parents forever. Lynexia understood her life was about to change, even more than it already had. Would it be for the better or was she headed

g female. Before he could stop it, his wolf took over and he shifted. The red wolf sniffed the air and howled. The great wolf tore off through the trees and back into the fields. Finally, he found Lynexia laying in the corn stalks. Alrik shifted back and knelt beside the young female. He