The chilly forest air sent shivers down Lily’s spine. She clung close to Zayn’s wolf form. His soft black fur was warm against the autumn winds. She shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders with one hand while the other gripped his fur.
She felt Victoria’s eyes on her, burning with hatred. The she-wolf’s golden glare never left Lily. She was watching her every move from a few paces behind. Lily tried to ignore it, but it made her skin crawl.
Being the only wolfless one made Lily feel like she was a burden, dragging the rest down. Everyone else moved with ease through the forest in their wolf forms. Martha’s gray coat flashing between trees, Ragnar’s massive brown form lumbering nearby, and Victoria’s sleek tan body slinking behind them.
Only Lily remained human, a fragile passenger on Zayn’s back.
“What’s wrong with that bitch?” Ragnar whispered roughly to Martha while glancing at Victoria, who was trailing behind.
