After almost an hour of Brian convincing me to run, I gave in and decided to run in my wolf form.
Running felt so new. I could feel my paws dig into the sand and grass like never before, so soft and gentle.
Maya (muy wolf) wanted to scream in the language of freedom because she was finally on a non-emergency run. I only ever ran in my wolf form when I was running from danger or embarrassment, but here I was, running leisurely with my mate.
Brian's wolf was a huge, gray wolf with brown patches around him; his eyes were still a pair of gray eyes that shone even brighter. Not to mention he was double my size and looked like he could trample my wolf with his huge paws.
Bigger wolves had always intimidated me, but with Brian, I felt safer than safe. His wolf caught up with mine and he gentl
