Stella/Taryn
The trees blurred past us in streaks of green and gold as we ran, our paws thundering against the soft earth. The wind tangled in our fur, carried scents and stories from miles away, but all I—Stella—could focus on was him.
Angelus.
His deep black coat shimmered under the dappled afternoon light, muscle rippling as he twisted through the trees ahead of me, then paused, green eyes glinting with playful challenge. I skidded to a stop just shy of him, nipping at his shoulder before darting away again, laughing through the strange, wordless bond that only wolves shared.
He chased me, and I let him.
We moved like stars in orbit—spinning, colliding, breaking apart and coming back together again. When he caught me, he did it with a growl that rumbled through his chest like thund
