Chapter Fifty-Three

That night after dinner I told Silas I was going to my pond to just sit and relax in wolf form, enjoying the cool evening air along my fur. It had been a long time since I just spent time in my wolf form just because. Unless we were training Orso never liked a lot of people in their wolf forms, just another way he tried to assert control over the pack wolves. I went outside and stepped into the border of the trees before stripping out of my clothes and shifting into my dark grey wolf. I shook my fur and stretched out my front paws then my back paws, feeling free and relaxed as I let my wolf take over.

I always loved the colour of my fur, a beautiful smokey grey that reminded me of storm clouds. It was a similar colouring to my father but he was dark smokey grey where I was lighter and had white ‘socks’ on my front paws, which I got from my mother who had white socks on all her paws, her fur a beautiful ru