With unparalleled speed, I shifted in mid-run, my clothes shredding as I moved. I didn't care about the state of my attire, my only concern was that I shifted into Orla this time. She needed to release some pent-up stress before she acted rashly. My mother, too, transformed into her Lycan form, Starlow. Together, we came to a stop by a serene creek on our pack's land. I had left some clothes there from when I had first moved into the pack, running every other day, sometimes shifting without removing my clothes first. I had started to keep emergency pairs there just in case, and they came in handy today. In silence, my mother and I changed back from our Lycan forms and into the clothes I had left at the creek. Once we were dressed, my mother finally spoke.
“What is going through your mind
