Grey's POV:
Wind whips through my fur as I sprint through the trees to get home. The party starts in a couple of hours, and I could easily just transport myself back home, but I haven’t let my wolf out in weeks, and the feeling of the crunching leaves and hard soil under my paws is like a drug.
My dad couldn’t shift into a wolf until he was four, apparently. That’s what Emily said. Being a full wolf and full wizard with double the amount of chromosomes that should be possible meant I shifted early. If I was human with this amount of genes, I would be dead. But I’m not, so I’m not six feet under yet.
I slow down when the earth turns to grass, which then turns to the familiar gravel of the mansion’s driveway. I haven’t quite managed to figure out how to keep myself clothed when shifting b
