NATALIA
I breathe in the smell of the trees all around me; leaves crunching under my bare feet, the wind rustling the dress at my knees as I run. In this moment, I am at complete peace. I run for miles until the trees begin to thicken and grow around me, and the undeniable scent of iron fills my nostrils.
Five wolves suddenly burst from the thick trees, surrounding me. Two shift back into men, lunging at me to grapple for my arms. I fight, but their bulk overwhelms me. They carry me through the thick foliage until it clears out to a less dense area. They pause, turning to their wolf comrades to communicate.
I don’t waste their distraction, kicking out from their loose holds and sprinting away, shifting into Ivy’s form as I go. I hear them behind me; their growls and paws thudding on
