Xavier’s POV
With a deafening howl that echoes off the surrounding mountains, we launch forward, and the pack surges into motion behind me. Paws pound against the damp earth, flinging mud as powerful muscles drive us through the forest.
Cold air tears past our ears and fills our lungs. The young pack members howl around us, wild with exhilaration. Nothing holds us back in this animal form. Not the tangled roots, not the steepening ground, not the darkness between the trees.
And certainly not the rules humans have to live by.
Only the rhythm of our bodies and the freedom to run.
Moros thinks of his mate and dreams of running with her like this one day. The thought pushes him harder. He drives us faster, muscles burning as we tear through the forest, the pack surging at our heels.
Then
