After jogging through Lava Moon’s main streets for an hour and a half, Blaez returned to city center’s square, which was the Pack House and all its amenities. But knew he wasn’t done. The stress still bore down on his shoulders like a weight. Instead of heading back inside, he turned his jog toward the Training House fields and headed beyond to the line of trees that bordered it. His human body had felt the burn of the run, but his insides squirmed with Fynn’s restlessness still, and knew his wolf wanted out.
Jogging just a little bit into the trees for a little privacy, he unzipped his hoodie and dropped it beside him on the forest floor. After pulling his tee-shirt over his head, Blaez let it fall onto his coat. He kicked off one shoe after another, and just as his thumbs slippe
