Bursting into a run, I shed my human skin, transforming into my wolf and chasing her. I nip at her ankles briefly, and she howls happily before trying to outrun me. I’ve never seen her have so much fun before, and while I don’t care, I also do. Refusing to examine these confused feelings, I wrestle her to the ground, playfully biting her neck and then her tail. She snaps her teeth at me in an unexpected move, and I’m impressed.
Wriggling out from under me, she keeps running, and I have no choice but to chase her down again. My wolf is enjoying itself, and so am I. I don’t remember the last time I was this carefree.
While I do participate in pack runs, I’ve never played more than a cursory role. At the end of the day, I am the alpha and the king. I have an image to maintain. But around th
