“I’ll miss you guys,” I called after them, not expecting Clara to turn around with tears filling her bright green eyes.
“Don’t ever come back here. Okay?”
*
I shoved my clothes into a plastic bag that I’d grabbed from the commissary and shifted just outside the prison fence where the sagebrush dotted the barren field. My jaw elongated and bones broke, spine cracked and nail beds splintered, as each part of my human body rearranged into the anatomy of my wolf.
It wasn’t as painful as it sounded.
Finally. She shook out her brown coat and picked up the bag with her teeth, eager to have control of our physical form.
Ears twitching, she set off on a trot through the open high desert. The chilling late winter winds blew down from the mountains and whipped through her fur as she picked up s
