A Hunting We Will Go

Coit

Alpha Gerald leads the hunting party. He moves quickly and efficiently for a wolf of his age. Aside from the silver running through his dark fur, he’s as agile and healthy as his son and grandsons. I don’t know where he gets all this energy from.

I’m at the back of the group with Lydia. Because we are mates, we can, thankfully, use the mind-link to communicate. She asks, “Are you all right?”

“I’m great,” I reply. “I like being out in the woods. I spent most of my childhood outdoors."

"I’m the same. I would start to get antsy if I’m cooped up inside for too long.” She nods to a treehouse to our right. "Dad built that for us when we were kids. My brothers would ban me from going inside. They said it was a ‘boys only’ treehouse.”

“What did they do up ……