Yeah, no. I decided, my jaw tightening. I tossed the phone on my bed. He didn’t care whether she was safe when he left her to die in the woods. He can obviously live with his worry.
I stripped off my remaining clothes, threw open the heavy glass windows of my bedroom, and let the freezing winter air hit my bare skin. With a fluid, practiced motion, I vaulted over the stone sill, launching myself into the open air. Mid-drop, the bones in my spine cracked and elongated, thick black fur exploding across my shifting frame as my senses amplified a thousand times over.
I landed heavily on four massive paws, the deep, soft carpet of fresh snow absorbing the impact without a sound. And then I sprinted.
I tore through the dark pine forests of the Lone Moon territory, racing towards the sapphir
