So I left, nodding to the few who I passed. They nodded back, watching me go. Normal wolves didn't have thinking like humans', but living under Lupa had changed them-they understood that I was leaving, probably for good.
But, still, they made no comment, no deviation from the usual respectfulness. Oh, gods… perhaps Lupa was already too late. Perhaps I'd lived so long with the pack that, like them, I was incapable of revealing weakness. Strength was honorable, weakness was to be killed-even emotions.
I shook my head firmly, letting the wolf's nature take over. It would only be a temporary relief from everything, but… I needed to survive now. I couldn't afford to let my emotions run wild and distract me from my journey.
From here on out, I was totally alone until I reached the Greeks-and even then, there would be no promises.
My stride increased ever faster until I was racing along a little-used trail, the trees little more than blurs at this speed. I had so, so far to go… perhaps I could find a highway and hitchhike for a bit. Yes, that would be good. Cars would be much faster than a wolf, and they didn't get tired.
I angled to the east, leaving the Wolf House-and my old life-far behind.
Sorry that this is a short chapter... I should've put this in with the first one. It'll get better with the next one, I promise!
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