Time is such a human concept.
You would think that. I rested back in the confines of her mind and let her take control.
My wolf huffed her annoyance as she padded over to the little brook to drink her fill.
Sometimes I wonder if things were better in the old days.
Me too. I stared through her eyes as she looked at her reflection in the water. She was a beautiful beast–I could admit my own bias–with water dripping from her snout. I knew she was strong and graceful. My inner strength came from her. It wasn’t the first time I wondered if things would be better with her in full control.
Way back when our ancestors went into hiding after the witch-hunt persecution years, shifters lived mainly in their animal forms. That was when the land was less developed and we had more chance of hiding
