(CORRINE)
I look over my shoulder at them as they begin racing off in a different direction to play.
Wolves enjoy playing together, bonding with each other. As they disappear into the trees, I feel a hint of envy. They're probably heading off to go on a run.
I've shifted plenty of times, but I've never joined in a pack run, which is something all shifters take part in. I was never allowed to. If wolf shifters don't assume their true form frequently, it can harm their wolf.
Whenever I shifted back in the East, I had to do it privately, within the confines of my room.
As Locke runs across the land, I lift my head. My braid was not securely tied, and the sections of hair unravel in the wind. The air is cold and slices against my cheeks, but I like it. My eyes shutter closed as I enjoy the freedom. It's exhilarating.
He ran at a similar pace when he brought me here, but I was half out of my mind back then. Now, though? I want to laugh out loud. I want to tell him to run faster.
