I shift immediately after her, and then we run.
My larger wolf form leads the way, splashing into the shallows. The red mist is spreading rapidly across the water now, but it seems thinner here, weaker than it was on land. Still dangerous, but not as concentrated.
Our paws churn through the lake, sending up great sprays as we barrel toward the shore. The moment we hit land, we’re sprinting full speed through the forest, the red mist billowing around our legs like living smoke. It tries to cling to us, tries to creep up our bodies, but our movement keeps it from getting a solid grip.
Selene’s smaller wolf struggles to keep pace with my longer stride, so I stay close, ready to grab her by the scruff if she falters. Her lungs must be burning—mine certainly are—but she doesn’t slow down, do
