Rose
Paws hit the ground and dirt flies around. The forest is deadly quiet this time of the night. The route is unclear, but my wolf keeps running. She is panting hard, pushing herself harder than before, having been long since my wolf and I took this form. She can’t help but get tired quickly.
My mind is blank as I trust my wolf’s instinct. In this form, my wolf has all the power. She is in her most powerful state, and communication is mostly possible and easy.
She keeps running while I hide at the back of our mind. She finds a stream of water and pauses. She moves forward, and the reflection shows pure white fur that only my wolf has in Grandmoon Pack.
Jolene and my stepmum mocked my wolf’s fur so much that I don’t shift much.
‘They will catch up to us,’ I tell my wolf, and she bar
