Agnes
I stared at the smoking trail behind me, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. The grass was charred black.
As if it had been burnt by my very feet.
“Did I do that?” I whispered, looking from the scorched earth to Elijah’s stunned face.
Before Elijah could answer, I became aware of the murmurs around us. People were pointing, whispering. Even the young couple we’d been racing against had stopped to stare at the scorched grass.
To my surprise, Elijah quickly got to his feet. He reached down and helped me up, then turned to face the crowd.
“Nothing to worry about, everyone,” he announced with an award-winning smile. He turned to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me close. “My mate’s wolf is finally emerging after years of being put
