"Oohh. Groooohhhll!" I growled, my voice echoing through the trees, raw and fierce.
The pace shifted from a steady jog to a rapid sprint. My nails—no, my claws—dug deep into the damp soil, scraping stone as I surged forward. Every stride burned with wild energy. I wasn’t thinking anymore. My wolf had taken over completely.
How do I know where to go? I don’t. My wolf simply knows.
Up in the hills, the familiar scent hit me before I even saw him. Marvin.
His musky, earthy smell called to me. He was already running toward me, his large frame illuminated by the faint silver glow of the moon.
We circled each other, growling and sniffing, until play replaced instinct. The tension melted away. I pressed my head against his, feeling his warmth. When I finally lay down, he curled around me pr
