“What are you so afraid of? Come on!” Dastan urged, feeling a bizarre euphoric sensation around the region of his heart as he encouraged Maera to shift. He could sense her reluctance and toned it down to shyness.
Not wanting to press her, he stripped out of his clothes in the forest and hid them before giving control to his wolf Meir. The beast had been dying to make an appearance and meet Maera. So, it was no wonder, the black wolf let out an ear-piercing howl in the darkness of the night to welcome the cool air brushing against his fur.
The animal was merely reflecting what he was feeling, a sense of contentment and fulfillment which it had never experienced in his entire life. Spending a lifetime abiding to his duty was a heavy burden and indulging in its desire was a liberating chan
