Jade sat outside her tent, dragging her comb through her hair and humming to herself. It felt wonderful to be free again, to be able to shift and change as she pleased once more. It had only been a few days, but it was heaven. She had changed twice into a wolf and gone for a brisk run through the woods. It had been so liberating and exhilarating she had not wanted to stop. She had run until she was tired and could not stand. Then she slept curled up safe and secure beside her brother in his tent.
It had taken a day for Jade to convince Miya not to hover over her. She had survived months without him behind enemy walls. She would be just fine alone among allies, she had assured him. Miya patrolled the woods with many of the other men. He liked to fly when he went out, claimed h
