Caelan POV:
The moment I shift, the world sharpens.
Vaelor rises with a familiar rush, muscle uncoiling, breath deepening, senses flaring until the forest resolves into something vivid and alive. And then she’s there, running beside me full of life.
Her wolf moves like shadow given intent, pitch black and powerful, her stride smooth and unforced. She’s large, larger than most, but there’s no weight to her movement, no wasted energy. Every step is balanced and deliberate, controlled in a way that speaks of long discipline rather than raw force.
Vaelor stills just long enough to take her in.
“Strong,” he murmurs appreciatively..
Her wolf flicks an ear, unmistakably pleased. She doesn’t test me, doesn’t surge ahead to prove speed or dominance. She matches my pace without effort, shoulde
