Damien
The full moon used to mean pressure. Expectation. Rites, drills, and dominance games among wolves led them to believe that power only meant strength, and leadership meant command.
But not tonight.
Tonight, the moonlight felt clean. Weightless. Not a command, but an invitation.
I moved through the trees barefoot, shirtless, sweat-damp pants clinging to my legs as I dropped low into a crouch and launched into another sprint. My lungs dragged in the cold night air like it was nectar. My body no longer ran because it had to. It moved because it could.
There was something wildly freeing about no longer being the heir.
No one telling me how to move. How to snarl. How to win.
The wolf inside me stretched out and thrived.
When I ran now, it wasn’t to dominate the land.
It was to b
