The forest quickly enveloped us in a primal embrace, the tall trees rising like silent guardians, their intertwined branches forming a canopy that filtered the full moon's light into silvery rays. We had escaped the village where they had tried to imprison us again, leaving behind a trail of blood and vengeance, our bodies still throbbing with the adrenaline of battle and the passion that had consumed us during the escape. Ethan and I ran transformed for hours, our wolves—Clarisa, silver and fierce, and Fenrir, her black wolf, an imposing predator—moving in perfect sync, the bond of mating guiding us like a beacon. Now, in the hidden clearing beside the gently murmuring stream, with the cool night air caressing our skin, we felt the urge to surrender once more.
My body was covered in swea
