Hope's POV.
The sun is warm on my back as I step barefoot into the meadow, grass playfully brushing against my ankles. A soft breeze tugs at the strands of my hair. Just ahead of me, Morgana stands with her hands on her hips, smirking like she just declared war.
Morgana has been helping me to shift again. I haven't been able to do it since I fought Malachai, and killed him. The shift happened so easily that day - I didn't have to think about it, it just happened so naturally.
Sadly, it hasn't been the case since.
I know that my wolf is in there, I feel her just beneath the surface. Almost like she's waiting for the perfect moment to show herself again. I just wish I knew what that moment was.
It's been frustrating to say the least - the very least.
"Well?" Morgana grins, her voice p
