I take off running again, and just as expected, Phoenix is close behind, prolonging the chase; letting me think I'm winning.
I make it to the meadow, fields thick with flowers and hay that reaches my sternum.
I run and cannonball myself into a thick patch of hay, ducking down to cover myself completely, and Phoenix comes to a halt to examine my next move.
The hay rustles around me at my movement, I'm undressing myself before I shift into my lycan.
I really hope this doesn't hurt like hell again.
"YES!!!!" Solara growls in approval as she comes to the forefront.
I sit back watching Solara take the wheel.
Our bones shift and crack, fur of flames roll over my flesh, replacing the surface that was.
Solara emerges from the cover of the hay into her massive form with the glory of the sun
