I paused as I watched a light gray wolf chase after a black wolf, grabbing him by the tail before tackling him to the ground. I felt a pang of longing as I observed the two wolves tussling, snarling and snapping at one another. Part of me wished that could be me and Fenris. I’d only just uncovered that I was a wolf shifter, too, yet I felt like it was a muscle I wasn’t stretching. I wished I could shift and just run.
I took a deep breath. No use wishing for these things. You’re only going to discourage yourself, and we don’t have time for that now.
Someone barked, and someone else yelped in response. A dark brown wolf got shoved into the dirt as a large chestnut one pounced on it before he turned, trotting over to us with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. When he was only a few stride
