I’m a wolf.
I don’t let the change slow me down. This is a dream after all – of course magical things are possible. I can move so much faster on four legs, and if I still had the ability to laugh aloud I’m sure I’d be overflowing with euphoric giggles. Instead I howl gleefully into the chill air, leaping over the fallen branches and rocks dotting the forest floor. I’m free, I’m free!!! The voice in my head cries, loping gracefully through the wintry landscape, determined to never stop.
A deep, familiar howl sends me stumbling. I was so thrilled to transform that I almost forgot about Sinclair. I suppose my own howl tipped him off. It wasn’t meant to – I was only celebrating. My conscience pouts.
I know, but now he’s onto us. I think quickly. We have to move.
I don’t know why it’s so
