A Wolf's Tale (Book #2) Shadows of the Past

Chapter 25

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Misty watched the sun come up over the horizon. Gleaming orange and yellow rays splashed across her white pelt, touching the trees in the forest below.

She was sitting her usual scout post. But she wasn't guarding her territory; she was simply enjoying the coming of dawn.

Today was the day; the day her mother would be leaving. She couldn't help but feel relieved. The weight she felt every morning she woke was about to be gone forever. All of the pain, anger, and fear in her life was about to turn away. She lifted her chest, feeling proud of herself for standing up to all the wrong in her life.

The breeze lifted the fur on her cheeks and ruffled her pelt. Winter was becoming a memory. A covered print in the snow.

Spring was in the wind. She could just taste it. It was warmer and fresher. Smelling of greenery and rain. Misty couldn't wait for Spring to arrive.

Especially since her pups will be born. She glanced at her belly, which was becoming rounder each day the pups were growing inside her.

The sickness that came with expecting pups was slowly fading. She was beginning to feel more like herself, although her back was starting to bother her. But Blossom said that was normal.

"I wonder how many I'll have?" She whispered to herself. She guessed maybe five since she was bigger during this time of her pregnancy.

How many males and females will they have? Misty hoped for at least two daughters. She would teach them to be the most feared wolves in the forest.

What would Rascal be like as a father?

Misty smiled at the thought. It would be cute. Watching him fuss over his puppies. Teaching them to hunt, playing with them. Misty could picture it clearly.

She decided to head back. Rascal might be getting worried.

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"I know we will be greatly missed." Heather's voice rang out.

No one responded to that.

"We thank you for your kindness and hospitality. And for the things you're allowing us to bring along." Heather gazed at Magnus.

"But we realized our time here has come to an end. Thank you for letting us stay." Magnus grazed the crowd with his icy eyes.

Misty glanced at Violet. The young wolf looked sad. Her parents wouldn't allow her to live here, and she was silently pouting about it.

Tyrant dipped his head. "Farewell. We wish you luck on your journey home."

The travelers began heading out. But Heather glanced over her shoulder at Misty. "Walk with me for a bit?"

Rascal and Misty shared a glance. The white she-wolf reluctantly followed her mother.

Magnus, Violet, and Velvet padded further ahead to give Heather some privacy with her daughter.

Misty didn't even look at Heather. The older wolf slowed down so Misty could walk alongside her. The young wolf's pelt was spiked with uneasiness.

"I'm not sure if we'll ever return." Heather finally spoke in a quiet voice. "But, I just want you to realize how sorry I am. About everything."