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Escape.

Somewhere in the Olympic Peninsula, an eagle soared over the tall pine forests. Not so far away, a wolf could be heard baying at the glowing moon. A young woman was running through the forest, searching for a dry place to sleep for the night. Finding an empty hollow tree, the girl couldn’t help but feel thankful for a few things.

Thank the Ancestors nobody saw me. Thank the Ancestors nobody realized that the eagle and the wolf were in the same area because they were the same person. Thank the Ancestors nobody realized it wasme.

But there’s no time to be thankful. I have to be careful. I’m still inmy the pack’s territory. And I know Niko is still looking for me. Niko...I need to stop thinking about him. I don’t exist to him anymore. Niko is NOT my imprint. Niko left me. Niko wants me dead.

I have to get out of here. I have to get to Canada.

Inside the hollow tree, I tried to make myself comfortable. I knew I couldn’t Shift. Shifting is when a Shapeshifter changes into another Form, which is usually in the Form of an animal. They Shift from one physical form to another; it’s what makes shapeshifters Shapeshifters.

Anyway, neither one of my Forms would help me. The pack knew what I looked like as an eagle and as a wolf, even though I had only just learned how to Shift into an eagle. Yep, I'm one of the few of us who can Shift into more than one Form. And I'm working on Shifting into a third Form, but nobody knows about that. Hopefully that would help me escape.

And besides, the pack would be able to sniff me out if I Shifted. Nope, tonight I would have to settle for ex-Alpha-naked-dirty-Quinault-girl.

Wonderful.

As I started drifting off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think of the adage my grandfather used to tell me every night before I went to sleep:

“We are a spiritual people.
We respect all things and all people.
We teach our children to do the same.
Each person, family, and our community is important.
We love and care for our Elders and each other.
Our families are our strength.”


Yeah, right. Of all the lies I’ve been taught in my nineteen years of life, that maxim was the biggest of them all. I used to believe that my people were among the peaceful, pious Native American tribes in the northwest. Boy, how wrong I was. That belief is what got me here, sitting in a dirty tree, covered in mud and slime.

Hoping that the rain would stop my scent from finding the pack’s noses.

Stripped of my title.

Beaten to a pulp.

Betrayed.

Humiliated.

Exiled.

Left for dead.


Not so far away, I heard the howls of a pack of wolves.My Niko’s wolves. They were getting closer. Time for me to start moving again. If I could make it past the river, I’d be home free until they could pass the river as a group. And that would take some time, the pack was pretty big. Niko would have to strategize, figure out who was staying to protect to reservation, and who was going to hunt me down. And he'd like to make sure everything was perfect before he left the res.

That would give me a couple days. Three at the most.

The howls sounded closer now. I was already running by the time I heard the distinctive howl that belonged to Niko.

This is going to be a long night.
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I know, I know. It's a little confusing. But things will get better as the story progresses. Trust me.

Best,
Zujako