6
Skye
It didn't take long for me to find Cyrus. Other than our favorite spot close to the pack, there was another place Cyrus and I often went—the spot where we'd met so many years ago.
I placed my hand on my shoulder, where the scar from that day remained. I'd always been curious—usually a little too curious. As a child, I had never stopped asking questions and loved to explore. On the night I met Cyrus, I had seen a large bird fly over my house and had gone into the forest to investigate.
At seven years old, I had yet to experience my first change. In the pack, children who hadn't shifted yet were carefully watched, so I had to plan carefully. I'd waited until everyone was asleep, then snuck out to hunt the strange bird. Only, at the time, I had no idea I'd been the one being hunted.
