Three Days Later — Wolf Territory Border
The forest hadn't changed.
Same massive pines, same silver-barked trees, same scent of pine and frost and the wild musk of wolves. Alex stood at the edge of the territory, and felt the weight of four years pressing against his chest.
The wolves would know.
They'd feel it through the scent if any of them were still linked to Alex's presence. They'd sense the party approaching—three mates, six snakelings, a dragon, an eagle, a bear, and a human teenager who'd never seen anything like this before.
Sally was trying very hard to look calm and mostly failing.
"This is SO COOL," she whispered, eyes huge as she took in the forest. "It's like something out of a movie or my novels where female lead goes to Alpha's den to convince—"
" Sally,"
"Stay close," Alex said automatically. "Don't wander. Don't touch anything without asking. If a wolf approaches, don't run."
"I know the rules," Sally said. "We went over god knows how many times."
