Tara's Experience

It was hours later, with tired and scared pups in a confined space, it was difficult for all the adult wolves. Tempers were flaring, and Tara was feeling it quite keenly. The she-wolves that hauled her down there basically lectured her for mostly when they weren’t trying to keep the pups amused.

Tara couldn’t help but feel so out of place. What did she know about pups? Beyond keeping Eddie alive from one day to another and out of one scrape after another. She didn’t have a clue what to do with them. But she wouldn’t let these wolves see her cave or cry. No, she’d done far more difficult things like lie to the faces of her very human bosses, when she’d been injured on the job one day and returned to work free of injury a few days later. Something about being sliced with a box cutter shouldn’t have healed so quickly. Well, it did if you were a wolf shifter. Three days later, that neat palm sized gash was all but a scar that was fading fast.

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