I returned like a wildcat to the abandoned runway where the plane had landed, trying out my new night vision. It was astonishing how much I had missed out on all those years without my wolf, and although the pressure in my chest from the memory of Alessandro, or whatever might be happening to him while he was a prisoner in my uncle's palace, occasionally brought a tear to my cheek, the sensation of novelty and adrenaline coursing through my body acted as a balm against the sorrow.
I covered the five miles separating me from the runway in just a few minutes, propelled only by my legs, which, even in my human form, were much faster than the best Olympic runner's. If I was already a great athlete before having my wolf, surpassing many of the youth records of the time, now with Belona I was u
