Kaida
Another long day on the trail. My muscles had finally grown used to sitting in the saddle for hours. The saddle sores had long since healed. Even my rib pain had receded to a dull ache. But my wolf was growing increasingly restless in my mind.
“I think I need to shift,” I whispered to Maggie. It was almost sunset, and I could tell that Jace was searching for a good spot to stop for the night.
I didn’t shift often, and truth be told, I wasn’t very good at it. My father had never allowed me to run with the pack, and I had spent most of my life confined to the packhouse. My first shift had been in the gardens, with only Maggie to talk me through the initial painful transformation. Over the years we snuck out from time to time and went to the woods to shift and run together, but my wo
