Emma
I didn’t realize the run was ending until the rhythm around me changed. The pounding of paws faded from a full thunderstorm to a slowing drumbeat. Wolves ahead of us began to peel off, circling back toward the clearing where they’d started. Breath steamed in the air, hanging in thin white ribbons. Snow, torn up by a hundred bodies, lay scattered and rough instead of smooth.
I skidded to a stop, lungs heaving, heart still hammering with a wild joy I didn’t have words for.
Then, a new thought crashed in.
I have no idea how to shift back.
Panic fluttered up so fast it almost choked me. I looked down at my paws, at the silver fur along my legs, at the way my breath puffed out in white clouds.
Lucian, I linked, the word high and sharp. I don’t— I’m stuck like this. I don’t know how t
