Echoes
The warm evening breeze was moving through the open field. The sun was low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and violet, as we stood outside the cabin, trying to catch our breath from the exhilarating run we just had. Silver stretched lazily, paws extended, back arched, and tail wagging, while Jasper and Ned looked on with amusement. The others—Kibou, Wade, and Warren—came out from the trees, shaking off their wolf forms. They exchanged nods and silent grins before heading into the cabin to change.
The stillness that followed was brief. Soon, the rest of the women appeared, with their eager strides carrying them into the open field. Without saying a word, we were off, racing to catch the last lingering rays of sunlight. I hung back, letting Jasper take the lead. This landsca
