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packs like?" She piped up again, her curiosity getting the
better of her.
    "Full of werewolves."
Cyan turned towards her with a disarming smile. "In all honesty
they don't seem much different to your pack from what I've seen so
far. Some of them like the comforts of home, some prefer tents and
bushes, but... They all keep to themselves, for the most part.
Everyone tries to dig out their own little corner of the
world."
    "So what are they like?
C'mon, I want to know! Tell me about the Wood Pack, they're the
largest, right?"
    Cyan
let out a sigh, but it seemed reflective rather than perplexed.
"They're the largest, and the oldest so far as I know. Good people.
They make camp in an old logging ground, and if there's anything
close to a civilised society of werewolves, they're it. I learned a
lot while I was with them. Then there's the Wild
Pack —"
    "I haven't heard of
them before," April cut in. "Are they new?"
    "Yes," Cyan nodded,
then moved quickly on. "We'll have to wait and see how they turn
out. Anyway, the River Pack are the closest ones to the mountain
here. They managed to find a huge waterfall cave to make their den
in. I was almost tempted to stay there just for the ambience, but
they barely know how to hunt. I didn't feel like settling down as a
fisherman werewolf." He nodded at one of the others carrying over a
skewer of rabbit ready for roasting once the fire burned down. "You
like to hunt?"
    "Only when I don't have
to use my teeth." She pulled a face. "I have one of those weird
inner wolves who isn't fond of the taste of blood."
    "Maybe that's a good
thing," Cyan said. "You don't seem like the bloodthirsty hunter
look would suit you."
    April snorted in
amusement. "Whereas you probably know all about it?"
    "My wolf's always
enjoyed a good hunt." He bobbed his head. "Anyway, those three are
the main forest packs right now, all going strong."
    "Isn't there one more?
What about the Mine Pack?"
    Cyan grimaced. "Not a
pack worth remembering. They're as good as gone now, ever since
they got greedy for more territory and started making enemies. Just
count yourself lucky you didn't start out as one of them." His face
darkened, and he went back to staring into the flames.
    April's apprehension
returned as she watched him. From the bitterness in his voice, it
didn't take much to figure out which pack Cyan had come from
originally. The Highland Pack might have had its flaws, but there
were certainly far worse places for a werewolf to end up. Not
everyone was able to cling to their grip on humanity like her
people were.
    "It sounds like you've
been through a lot," she said."
    "I'm sure your pack has
too." He shook his head. "Don't worry about me, I'm nothing
special."
    "Are you planning on
staying with us?"
    "Maybe." He paused,
pensive. "At least for a little while. I'll probably move on again
before long, I always seem to these days."
    April nodded, a little
disappointed. It had been so long since anyone new had joined their
community, she would have been glad for the opportunity to welcome
a new face. She wasn't sure what to make of Cyan just yet, but he
seemed like a seasoned and mature werewolf. Despite the cautious
nature of her pack mates, deep down she didn't feel as though they
had any real reason to be afraid of this newcomer.
    "About your pack," he
said, leaning towards her and nodding in Blackthorn's direction.
"Any touchy instincts I should be worried about?"
    April grinned and shook
her head. "Nothing you need to tread on eggshells for. Blackthorn
just likes structure and orders, but he's not a bad guy."
    She thought back fondly
to the time she and Harper had first learned about instincts, the
overriding, single-minded desires that manifested themselves
differently in each werewolf. It was almost a coming of age for
those of them who were born this way, learning to commune with
their inner wolf and feeling one animal instinct grow stronger than
the rest until it became a defining part of their