As much as I wanted to pay attention in class and actually learn something about replication, my focus keeps drifting to one thing, and that is seeing Oliver tonight. After showering, I pull on dark clothes and pack a small bag and wait until the moon hangs high outside my window before slipping from my room.
However, unlike before, I don’t really have to sneak. The common areas are always empty at night, like the dormitory itself is holding its breath. Once outside, I toss the bag forward so Lucy can catch it after I shift into her. I found traveling through the woods is easier this way because Lucy’s vision is sharp in the dark, and she can catch Oliver’s unmistakable scent even from miles away.
We follow it toward him, paws tearing over the forest floor, until a flicker of light glow
