I run through the forest. Feeling the air in my fur. In my wolf form, running through the forest, I have no worries. No thoughts of darkness, No thoughts of turning evil, No thoughts of saving or destroying the world. This way I’m free just to be a normal wolf with no burdens to carry whatsoever.
The rush I felt was like an aphrodisiac to my soul. Freeing me. I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted to feel this way. I didn’t want to feel like time was breathing down my f*****g neck.
I hated that I had been put in this position. That I had no control over what I wanted to happen. Why the hell did it have to be me? Why couldn’t this burden be on somebody else? For a moment I hate that I had been reborn, but could I really regret it when it means Cassie and the rest of the royal family
