Darren
The wind rushed through my dark fur as I sprinted through the forest, the earthy scent of pine and damp soil filling my senses. Lucas bounded ahead of me, his smaller wolf form agile and quick as he weaved expertly between the trees.
In moments like these, I felt truly free—unburdened by the weight of titles, responsibilities, and the complexities of both the human world and the werewolf world.
Out here, under the canopy of the trees, I was just another creature of the wild. The way I was meant to be.
Lucas let out a playful yip, glancing back at me with those bright, mismatched eyes—so much like my sister’s eyes—before dashing off again.
I pushed forward and gave chase, the thrill of the hunt igniting something primal inside of me. We darted through the under
