Zora
The days that followed the awakening of my wolf, I felt a lot like a baby deer walking for the first time. Everything was so much more sensitive. My feet could feel every rock and pebble under them, even in my thick running shoes. Smells were so much more prominent, so much so that I gagged myself when I sniffed myself after basics.
Then, there was my new friend.
Or rather, my old friend who decided to show up more than usual. The wolf inside of me was a constant looming voice in my head. She had comments for everything and it was truly enough to drive me wild.
For example, I’d started up my training with Valentin again. He was coming at me harder than he was pre-wolf. One particular day, he threw me to the ground with such force, I struggled to breathe for a second.
Get up! Ge
