The light of late autumn spilled over.
Below us, endless fields of wild grass and red poppies swayed in the gentle breeze, stretching out toward the peace of the empire.
Down below, two wolves were tearing through the tall grass in a dazzling display of wild, untamed joy.
The large black wolf leaped effortlessly over a fallen trunk, his thick coat catching the afternoon sun. Close on his heels was a sleek red wolf. Her coat shimmered like liquid copper as she executed a fluid pivot to cut off his path.
Angelo and Antonia were now sixteen. No longer were they the pre-teens practicing wooden sword drills in the courtyard. Their wolf forms were now powerful and commanding.
Angelo let out a low, playful yip, turning on his hind legs to pounce on his sister, but Antonia used a quick burst
