Taking a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I gazed out over the colorful forest below me. Home. It felt right.
A feeling of peace, that had seemed to be missing from my life, settled over me as I took a quick drink from my bottled water and dabbed the slight sheen of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. Turning my face into the sun, as it was just peeking over the horizon, I let myself enjoy its warm touch for a few moments before slowly breaking into a jog and then a sprint as I made my way back down the trail towards my new, although temporary, home.
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Sydney
WerewolfMoving to a small town in Vermont, Sydney a photographer and artist, had temporarily settled down to catch some of the local beauty for her art, but quickly finds herself abducted by the local pack for trespassing. --- "I can smell it all over you...
