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“She did it,” Sinth says, still human and towering over me.

A strange feeling washes over me, and it’s like all my senses are heightened. My hearing has significantly improved, and I can hear almost every sound around me. Heartbeats, the squealing of gulls in the distance, running water from a stream nearby, and even the stringing of a spiderweb.

My smelling has improved too, and my vision is ten times better. I can see things from a mile away—wild.

I stumble the first few steps, paws tangling awkwardly beneath me, and I hear Wayne’s bark of laughter, sharp and delighted, from somewhere nearby. He’s in his wolf form now. Huge. Thick black fur. Green eyes.

You look like a newborn fawn, he says, and I startle at the sound of his voice arriving directly in my mind instead of through the air.

I can hear you.

Of course you can. We’re Pack now. Mates. His wolf circles me once, playful. Took you long enough to figure out how to run properly, though.

Sinth has turned too; a big brown wolf with amber eyes. He reaches and rubs my head with the under of his neck.

I stumble twice more before something finally clicks. It’s like my legs remember a rhythm they’ve never actually used before. And in a heartbeat, I’m running, actually running, keeping pace with Wayne’s easy lope through the trees.

We cover more ground in an hour than I’ve seen in weeks of riding.

Forestguard’s canopy blurs past overhead, dappled light flickering across the forest floor faster than I can properly track.

The scents hit me first, layered and impossible to separate at this speed—pine, damp earth, some small animal’s trail crossing ours a moment before Wayne veers off to chase it, tongue lolling, entirely too pleased with himself.

Wayne, Sinth says, exasperated even through the bond. We’re supposed to be showing her the territory. Not hunting squirrels.

Multitasking, Wayne fires back, already circling around to rejoin us, empty-pawed and unbothered.

Trident’s shoreline stretches out ahead of us eventually. The sand is cool beneath unfamiliar paws, the ocean smell sharper and more layered than I’ve ever noticed from a human perspective.

Fishermen wave from their boats as we pass, unbothered by four wolves cutting along the tide line. Something in my chest warms at how easily they’ve all folded me into this rhythm.

Sinth’s wolf runs beside me for a long stretch, amber-eyed and golden, steady in this form the same way he’s steady in every other.

You’re doing well, he says, warm even through the mental thread. Better than well.

I feel ridiculous.

You look incredible.

I duck my head, embarrassed even in wolf form, and he huffs something that might be a laugh.

Chris runs ahead most of the time, powerful and controlled, occasionally circling back to check on me before pulling forward again.

I catch myself watching him more than I mean to—the raw strength in his wolf form, all that ice-cold restraint given four legs and unleashed completely.

You’re staring, he says eventually, amused despite himself.

Can’t help it. You’re beautiful like this.

He doesn’t answer that directly, but I feel something warm ripple through the bond between us anyway, pleased and a little embarrassed all at once.

By the time we reach Wayne’s resthouse on the cliffs, the sun has started sinking low, gold spilling across the water in every direction.

We shift back one by one.

I’m on two feet again, excitement coursing through my blood. “That was…amazing!” I laugh, genuinely intrigued by the experience.

“You liked it?” Sinth asks me.