Chapter 23

He was alive. He was healthy. His worries had been ridiculous in the grand scheme of things. Life was simple. The human mind tried to make it difficult. It was enough to simply be, to eat, to love, to fuck, to protect those that mattered.

He padded along the field, amongst the vegetation instead of at its edge. Mingling his scent with more potent odors was his best defense, one so innate he did it without thinking. In the distance, the Durling house was a dot, growing larger with each dozen yards he covered. When the field ended, he should have stopped. It wasn’t safe to approach humanity in this form, especially those who didn’t know the true ways.

But his wolf had different ideas. His pace continued without hesitation, his lope easy all the way to the outskirts of the property.