MylaThe shift happened an hour into the forest.She had not chosen it. That was the thing she would think about later, in the quieter moments when she had words for what had happened. She had not decided to shift. Her wolf had simply stopped asking permission.One moment she was moving through the dark between the trees, breathing hard, her wolf enormous and insistent just beneath her skin. And then there was a moment of complete dissolution, not painful, not frightening, something closer to relief, like finally exhaling after holding your breath for far too long.And then she was running on four legs.She ran.I ran.I ran the way I had never run before in my life, not in the careful controlled shifts I had done alone in the dark at Bloodstone Ridge, not in any way that had a name or a framework or a set of rules I was following. I ran the way my wolf had always wanted to run and never been allowed to, flat out and completely free, through the dark forest with the cold air flooding
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