By the time I stumbled back to Gordondale Manor, it was nearly dawn. My limbs ached, and my mind was foggy from exhaustion, yet one memory stayed crystal clear in my mind: Idris’s midnight transformation.
The image of his silver wolf form was haunting enough, but the memory that really wouldn’t leave? The sight of him shifting back... completely naked. The natural athleticism of his form, his posture—the entire thing was just too perfectly suited to him.
I tried to erase it from my mind, but the memory only rooted itself deeper.
As sunlight spilled through my window, I was already wide awake. Today, I had a new mission: take a break from the work at the manor and head to Windermere.
Since reborn, I had been writing any reflections I had during the day as well as anything important I
