It was Tuesday evening, after a stressful day at the office, and Nick needed to work it off the way he sometimes did when that happened. Or the way he had, before Greg had come into his life, and his bed.
With a thought, he was deep in the mountains. Not at the path he and Greg had used. He’d never go back there. It held too many memories.
The moment he landed, and after making certain no one was around—unlikely given the time and the cold weather—he shifted. Then he ran, racing through the trees, trying to outrun his thoughts and the emotions they engendered. He succeeded, for a time, pouring all his concentration into what he was doing—not why.
It worked and eventually worn out, he collapsed in a small clearing. The moon was full and he wondered if his father—compelled to shift becaus
