“You bet,” Kingsley snorted, amused.
Echo—Kyle’s wolf—nipped at the side of my thigh, urging me to climb on. And I did, slipping onto his broad back like we’d done it a thousand times.
But it was my first.
He bolted forward, faster than I expected. The forest blurred around us—green and gold, branches whipping past as sunlight danced between the trees.
The wind kissed my face, warm with the touch of spring.
And I smiled.
Because this—this was happiness.
The kind that blooms deep and wide in your chest, until you’re sure your body won’t be able to hold it all.
This was mine.
They were mine.
And I was theirs.
Forever.
Echo’s powerful paws thudded against the forest floor as we zipped between trees and leapt over roots, wind rushing past us like we were part of the wild. I leaned
