Tristan stood up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Lucien, I've heard a lot about your pack's running skills. Care to show me what you're made of?"
Lucien's face broke into a wide grin. "You're on! I know just the place for a good run."
The two men excused themselves, leaving the women to their conversation. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Tristan felt a thrill of excitement. He had always enjoyed a good run, and the prospect of testing his skills against a pack warrior was too enticing to resist.
Without another word, the two men shifted, their bodies fluidly changing into their wolf forms. Tristan felt the familiar rush of power and freedom as he stretched his limbs, his senses heightened.
Lucien, already in his wolf form, gave a playful nudge, and the two wo
