Soren couldn't sleep that night, and it was strange because he had never felt so restless.
Beside him, Yennefer was fast asleep. He looked down at her in a way he would look at an annoying bug.
Nothing had changed between them. Even the news of her pregnancy hadn't changed anything. That was her duty, conceiving and bearing a son for him. It didn't mean he would suddenly grow soft towards her.
Finally looking away, he moved her hand away from him and got up. He didn't know why, but he was itching for a run. The forest was calling to him, and he yearned to feel the glow of the moon on his fur.
He stepped out into the balcony and leaped into the air. In a split second, he transformed, his wolf form bursting forth.
By the time he landed on the ground, he was in his large wolf form,
