TWO WEEKS LATER ...I rarely came out of my room. When I did, it was at night to run through the forest in beast form. Since I mated, I desired my wolf form more often. When the sun set, I released my animal to run and sleep in the woods of the territory, a territory I now viewed as mine since I had marked all of my favorite spots and grew accustomed to the other scents, those of my new pack mates. I had explored every inch of the property and it was beautiful, a combination of vast woodlands for the beast and quaint suburban comforts for the man.Curious about the other wolves, my nature urged me to rejoin the pack. I refused to see anyone, but meals were delivered to my bedroom door three times a day. They went untouched because I hunted for meals in my wolf form, just enough to survive as I didn’t have an appetite. I didn’t reject the meals because I thought something was wrong with them. I was just pissed about being chained. Or at least I fancied myself being pissed. These days I