ADRIAN
Something was off.
I felt it the moment my feet hit the forest floor and my lungs filled with cold air. It was noon, the sun high and sharp, light cutting through the trees in clean lines. Noon was usually calm for me. Clear. My wolf liked routine. Same run. Same path. Same burn in my legs.
Today, none of that felt right.
I shifted into my wolf and took off anyway. My paws hit dirt, then grass, then rock. I ran faster than most days, then slower, then faster again. My chest felt tight. My thoughts would not shut up. I kept asking myself the same damn question over and over.
What is wrong?
I ran longer than usual. Pushed harder. Let my wolf take control for a while. She wanted speed. She wanted pain. She wanted to tear something apart. I let her. Branches scraped my sides. Ston
