Greeting her like an old friend, the sun shone on the last twenty steps of the stairway as they rose back up to the surface. Nevaeh closed her eyes when the warmth hummed on her face and inhaled the sweet scents of the Shere Wood forest the closer they came to the opening. Seeing the blue sky puffed with fluffy white clouds peeking through the canopy of trees gripped at her beast, its anxiousness to be topside nearly compelled her to push past Ian and Aron, who had taken lead up the narrow casement, to get out of this hell hole quicker.
As a wolf, to be underground for long periods of time would be detrimental to their beast’s spirit. Their beast is made of nature and therefore needed the natural world to thrive. The Underground lacked fresh air, and forests, and sun. As a wolf-sp
