Maya
So much fun—this is what life is all about! I'm sprinting with the wind, letting my tongue hang out from my mouth as I dash through a puddle filled with dirt. It splashes over my face and my fur until I can't tell if my paws are brown or black.
"You won't win this race, werewolf! I won't let you!"
Blake is desperately trying to keep up, but she is more massive than a plane, and the branches are slowing her down. The clumsy i***t has crashed into multiple trees already!
I howl in victory, kind enough to let her know she is a lost cause. The other fairies are far behind, and speed isn't Blake's element. I can already taste the victory on my tongue, and-...
"And where the hell do you think you're going?!"
An enormous wall of ice blocks my road, and I'm forced to shape-shift back in
