He strolled toward where she stood, his gaze deliberately shifting away to the mess he had made.
A tug on her shoulder made her follow, and though reluctant at first, she fell into step beside him. Walking on her wolf felt strange at the beginning, but to her surprise, it wasn’t as bad as she had thought, it was almost… liberating.
But soon, walking wasn’t enough. Something inside her ached for more. She didn’t just want to walk, she wanted to run. The excitement bubbled in her chest, and Harriet guessed it was enthusiasm, or perhaps the wild thrill of freedom. As if sensing it, Sybil nudged her, and that was all it took.
In the next heartbeat, she shot forward, her wolf breaking loose. Her paws pounded against the earth as she ran, leaving him behind in a blur of speed. For the first t
