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Laila
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Summer has come to Wyoming, and with it, an abundance of life. The trees are green, the animals are all out of hibernation, and the fields are full of flowers. I may not have my affinity to the earth anymore, but I still feel its beauty. Now that I can shift, I'm able to enjoy the world in a completely different way. The magic of the moon is enough for me.
"That one looks like a dragon," Cedric says, pointing up at the sky.
The grass is warm and soft against my back, and I can hear the lake water rippling and dancing as the wind blows across it. I don't want to open my eyes, but I do so I can see what he's talking about. When I find that specific cloud he's talking about, I have to agree. "Yes, it does. Beck told me the other day that his aunt and uncle, who
