By the time Daisy caught wind of the whispers spreading through the pack, her curiosity and irritation had already taken hold, pushing her to head in the same direction Seraphine had gone, her steps quick and purposeful as she followed the faint trail into the woods.
It didn't take long for her to realize Seraphine wasn't anywhere in sight, and the stillness around her told her everything she needed to know. She had come out here for a run.
Daisy paused, her eyes sweeping left and right, her senses stretching outward cautiously, making sure no one was close enough to witness what she was about to do, because unlike the others, she had far more to hide.
Once she was certain she was alone, she shifted into her wolf form.
During training sessions, she had always found excuses, feigning illness or weakness just to avoid revealing it, because Fenrir wolves were not something the pack welcomed with open arms.
