Phantom Hollow but i'm drawn to the wilder nights at home

Behati, by contrast, knew nothing but travel and explosions. She spent exactly three days within the pack's claim before heading out, telling herself that a good pack wolf kept stock of the territories surrounding her family.

Like Constantine, she was disoriented by the fog. It was like moving through a solid wall, and her steps became short and searching. Up ahead, the fog swirled suspiciously - Behati's ears rose into sharp points, and her lungs pulled sharply on the damp air. Quietly, slowly, she stalked forward.