I breathed and my voice was a growl. My finger now charcoal-black claws. Through the eyes of a wolf, everything was more aggressive, more violent. Especially now, that the Haze was just starting. Now in my full wolf form, I raced deep into that woods. The cold wind blew over my fur, the hard ground was moist under my paws, and the scents of the woods filled my nose. Howls resounded in the woods. The unmated kind-- the kind who were looking for a partner. I cursed inwardly, in my Haze, I'd forgotten to think of the implications. Going into the woods at the beginning of the season is like begging to be fcked. These woods were pike a college bar, where all thirst and stupid impulses. Any second now, unmated wolves may sniff my scent and recognize that I'm an unmated one. They would stalk me until I yielded, and
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