I stare at Selene in utter confusion. "Dig? What do you mean, dig?"

    Precisely what I said, she replies, her tone brooking no argument. Dig.@@@@

    I glance around the small clearing, taking in the soft carpet of moss and fallen leaves. "With what? My hands?" The mere thought of digging into the earth with my bare fingers fills me with a strange revulsion.

    Selene lets out a huff of annoyance. Yes, with your hands. I would do it myself, but... She pauses, eyeing the ground with distaste. I don''t like to get mud between my claws.

    I can''t help but snort at that. "Are you sure you''re not just a husky after all? Because that''s a very husky-like attitude."

    In response, Selene snaps at the air, her jaws closing with an audible click. Enough stalling, she growls. Dig.

    With a sigh, I sink to my knees and begin to dig, scooping handfuls of damp earth aside. Selene watches me intently, her tail swishing back and forth.

    Deeper, she urges after a few moments.

    I grimace as my fingers sink into the cool, loamy soil. "This is so gross. You owe me a manicure after this."

    Selene merely flicks an ear, unimpressed by my complaints.

    As I continue to dig, my arms quickly grow tired from the exertion. Sweat beads on my brow, and I can feel the grime caking beneath my nails. Ugh.

    Finally, my fingers scrape against something hard and unyielding. I pause, brushing away the remaining soil to reveal...a box?

    Keep going, Selene prompts.

    With a grunt, I manage to pry the box free from the earth. It''s a simple wooden affair, unremarkable save for a strange symbol carved into the lid. I shoot Selene a questioning look, but she merely inclines her head toward the box.

    Taking a deep breath, I lift the lid.

    I blink, shooting her a perplexed look. "Think about what?"

    Running, she replies flatly. Unless you want the attention it will bring.

    "Attention?" I echo, baffled. "What are you talking about? How would me running bring any attention?"

    Selene shakes her head, clearly exasperated. It''s better you don''t find out. Not yet, at least.

    I open my mouth, ready to protest, but she silences me with a stern look. Gritting my teeth, I swallow back my questions and continue toward the parking lot in silence.

    I''d dreamt about getting my wolf. Never once had I dreamed I''d get a cryptic wolf who refuses to answer questions and pretends she''s a husky in her free time.

    The entire walk back to my apartment, I can''t shake the strange, restless energy buzzing beneath my skin. It''s like every cell in my body is thrumming with newfound vigor, just waiting to be unleashed.

    Part of me—the curious, reckless part—wants nothing more than to take off at a sprint, to push my body to its limits and see what this strange feeling is all about.

    But Selene''s warning holds me back. Attention is the last thing I want or need right now. I''m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my dog is apparently not a dog.

    By the time we reach my front door, I''m practically vibrating with pent-up energy. I shoot Selene a sidelong glance as I fumble for my keys. "Are you at least going to tell me what''s going on? Why I feel like this?"

    Wait, she snaps, staring at the door and growling.

    I remember now. I didn''t lock the door; I''d thought we would walk a few minutes, at most. So stupid!

    I sniff, but I can''t smell anything. While my sense of smell is better than a human''s, it isn''t as good as that of a dog, much less a wolf.

    We can enter, she says after some time, and I open the door with some hesitation. Nothing seems different.

    As I walk into the living room, a familiar, tantalizing scent hits my nose. I jerk my head around in panic, but—no, he isn''t here.

    "Selene. I can smell Lucas."