Lyra had no hesitation getting me up on Saturday morning. We’d gotten used to the early starts by now. I no longer balked at the cold and complained about leaving my bed. I’d learned that my best bet was to dash out the back door as quickly as possible so I could shift. There was no point with slippers or a dressing gown to take them off a few metres after putting them on.
Lyra had been relishing the new routine. Our cardio had improved noticeably since we’d started running, and alongside the muscular transformation we’d received from training with Clint, we were creating an impressive physique. While I was relishing the new curves of my body, Lyra was enjoying her new body, too, the changes in my human muscles following through into my wolf form. Not only did she look more intimidating
