Quinn stretched. “Maybe we should shift?” He glanced back at Sawyer, she had the map pressed against her chest and her red hair bounced wildly around her face. “It’ll be faster.” They’d have to carry their belongings in their mouth, but that wasn’t so bad.
Her green eyes met his. “It’ll be harder to look at the map.” They hadn’t looked at it much since getting out of the car. It didn’t exactly show them a layout of the woods the way they needed and sticking close to the road would be too dangerous.
Quinn chuckled before shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’m pro wolf,” he said. “This walking is dull and besides, we’ll navigate better in wolf form.” He ached to change and run as a wolf, something he did daily. After spending a few days without shifting, he grew agitated. Being a wolf
