KALLE
The new Anima was huge.
They all were. She'd forgotten.
She'd had so little time with the wolves the year before—and those minutes had been distinctly uncomfortable. She'd stood in a room with them, the hair on her neck standing up, and muscles tensed to flee. They'd done nothing to give her the feelings of fear. But she found her intuition rising the way it did sometimes. It was one of the reasons she'd didn't party a lot. One too many experiences of being a room or stuck in a corner with a man that made her feel… off. Where she distinctly didn't want to be touched, or left alone with them. And she'd learned to listen to that instinct.
