Summary:

Samuleska has always loved wolves. She has countless books on their behavior to their biology.

Setting her heart on being a wolf-grounds caretaker, she races through veterinary, geography, and first aid courses with flying colors.

Until that one moment, four years after college, she gets mixed up with a wolf pack.

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A rain of black hats fell as people around me cheered. I clenched my hat to my head, slipping through the crowd like a fish, hoping to avoid the flailing hands and squirming bodies. Someone bumped into me, sending me sprawling to the ground, my glasses leaping off my nose. The group surrounding me laughed. I glared up at the person in front of me, his mop of black hair hanging in his eyes, obscuring his view.

I picked up my glasses, brushed grass off my gown, clicking my tongue distastefully at the dirt stains, before barreling past him, out of the crowd. I sprint down the worn dirt path, my black graduation gown fluttering, trees fly past me. My muscles scream, begging me to stop. So I do, my hands on my knees, sweat dripping from my forhead.

A rough thing brushed my forhead, cooling it slightly. I look up, finding green eyes.

A

beautiful brown wolf with bright intelligent emerald eyes stares back at me. I lift my hand slowly, wishing to not scare it away, it does not flinch even as I run my fingers through the course thickness of their fur.