It is at moments like this that I am grateful that Michael and Ben worked me so hard during training for all those years. The drills, repetitive sprints, combat fighting and endless amounts of cardio. They knew I would need it, they made sure I was prepared.
We push our legs harder, my wolf in governance of our shared body, whilst I sit back and experience the thrill of having no control at all. I can take over whenever I choose, but it gives me time to think, knowing she will get us where we need to be, as fast as she can.
Our speed increases. We fly over trampled trees, large boulders and low branches. Our body is weightless, we are a bird in flight. The wind whips around us, travelling down my streamlined frame, and cooling our overheated downy coat.
I can feel Grayson through the
