Chapter 112

The sun is high, so it must be around noon now, the day's heat at its strongest. Rustling wind, so gentle it’s barely there, as it sends the leaves swaying on the branches around and above me. Birds are circling in the sky above, adding a pleasant, peaceful calm to the not-so-quiet of the day. Small forest animals chatter busily, sing and chirp in the distance, while the nearest remain silent as they watch me and try to second guess if I’m a threat. I can almost hear and feel the wildlife paused in their tracks, eyeing me up, little hearts beating fast to see who this stranger is among them. That’s the one good thing to come from all of this. My senses, instincts, and wolf side are growing and developing fast, and I couldn’t ever have come this far naturally if I was still back in the Santo packhouse. I know I’m changing, becoming independent, so sure of myself as the days roll by. Less convinced I’m a failure and afraid of my own shadow now. I feel like this experience is doing someth