After the devastating conversation with Alastair, my tears threatened to fall, but I refused to let anyone see my weakness. I transformed into a wolf and ran through the forest, leaving behind the oppressive presence of the clearing center. With each step, the pain of Alastair's rejection intertwined with the lost hope of a different fate.
I ran among the trees, the breeze caressing my fur as I tried to escape the shadows closing in around me. Finally, I stopped in the middle of the forest, heart squeezed, and took a deep breath to contain the tumultuous emotions.
“I know you're there, Hunter,” I whispered, my voice laden with sadness and frustration.
In response, a lupine figure approached silently, revealing the gray wolf I had come to love. Hunter nuzzled his snout against mine, seek
