We walked for hours.
Rowan asked questions — about my memories, my instincts, how the shift felt, what I could sense in either form. I answered as best I could, shifting to human when words were needed, back to wolf when we needed to move.
Elowen walked between us, her hand in my fur when I was wolf, her fingers tangled with mine when I was human. Happy. She smelled happy, and it made something in my chest swell to bursting.
"You're good for her too, you know," I told Rowan during one of my human stretches. "She's different when you're here. Lighter."
Rowan smiled, soft and genuine. "We've been friends since high school. She's the only person who puts up with my bullshit."
"She loves your bullshit."
"Yeah, well." Rowan's voice went thick. "I love hers too."
Elowen caught up to us, s
