Broken bond

The midnight blue blur of my wolf form, Gale, tore through the ancient woods. Pine, damp earth, and crisp air filled my senses, a symphony of freedom I'd cherished for most of my life as a rogue. No Alpha, no pack responsibilities—just the thrilling rush of the wind against my fur.
"Faster, Gale. Run faster," I urged, and she responded, her powerful legs eating up the ground. We were a single, joyous entity, lost in the pure exhilaration of the chase. We finally slowed at the tranquil bank of a lake, its surface mirroring the vast, starlit sky.
"Let's shift back," I thought, and with a soft pop, I was human again, my black leather jacket settling perfectly. I knelt, cupped the cool water in my hands, and drank deeply, sighing in contentment. This was peace. Absolute, perfect peace.
"The Alpha of this territory is very lucky," Gale mused in my mind.
My breath hitched. Territory. My heart pounded, a sudden, chilling dread washing over me. "What do you mean, Gale?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"We're on someone's territory, duh. Didn't you notice?"
Oh no. This was bad. Very, very bad.
