Alexandra’s POV “Are you my wolf?” I asked, my heart racing with excitement. “I am Eilyul. But we are not exactly a wolf,” replied the melodic voice. My head was spinning. I had just shifted and was standing on my paws—which looked very much like a white wolf’s. How could I not be a wolf? “You forgot—I can hear your thoughts, since we are one. Let’s run to the pond nearby, and I’ll explain everything.” I bolted forward, exhilarated by the wind caressing my fur, the warmth of the soil, and the cool tickle of wet grass under my paws. When I reached the pond, I looked down at my reflection. A stunning white she-wolf with large blue eyes gazed back at me. “You are beautiful, Eilyul,” I whispered in awe. “And we are a wolf.” “We are a shifter,” she corrected softly. “What’s the difference?” I asked, puzzled, cocking my head. “Imagine you are an eagle—your wings, your view from the sky,” she urged. It sounded silly, but I obeyed. A sharp pain shot through me as my bones cracked, r
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