Dylan’s POV.
The race came off just as we said. The both of us howling to the moon as we bounded across the forest.
It has been a while since we last had this amount of fun; I thought to myself, turning my view to Devin’s side. His fur rippled through his body.
My mind flashed back to the aura on him during the meeting, yet he said he did not know how it happened, remembering little of the incident.
“You beat me this time,” I said as we morphed into our human forms, clasping hands.
“I beat you every time, Dylan.”
I let go of his hand, watching him chuckle as he put on his clothes.
“Nah. You were only lucky I got my head wrapped in a lot of thoughts. That is the only reason you beat me.”
“Pathetic excuse for a pathetic loser,” he said, waving his hand while he swung his cloth arou
