POV: Millie's Wolf
I shake out my fur and scramble to stand on shaky paws. The ground is cold under me, alive with a thousand smells I'm only starting to sort out.
My human is in here with me, part of me now, pounding at the walls of our shared mind. She's scared of everything she doesn't understand yet, every instinct that feels foreign to her, every hunger that isn't hers alone. She wants control of this body. She wants to go back to the world she knows, the one with walls and clothes and quiet. But this is my time. My season. Tonight belongs to me, and I won't give it up so easily.
The male gives me space. He stays still and offers his open palm, patient in a way that comes from old understanding. I know him by scent before I even reach him - the way you know something that has alway
