Jackson signaled to halt. He could smell the stench of their enemy up ahead. A scent that was moving towards them rapidly. The rogue army was on the move!
He turned to Helena, taking in her face. Her eyes, her soft lips. Lowering his head to hers, he kissed her deeply.
“It’s time to shift.” He whispered gently. He wished that he could take her away from here. Hide her from the world. He knew that she would never abandon her warriors though.
“She is stronger than any of us.” Ronan reminded him.
Nodding, Helena stepped back and slipped behind a bush. Stripping was still awkward for her. Most of the army were rapidly discarding their clothes. Wolf form was the traditional way of fighting. Those that had brought bows and arrows started to climb trees. They would pick o……
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