Roxellena’s POVMyra, myself, and my friend are in the woods even though we were warned not to come here for the time being.The air smells damp and earthy, thick with pine and the faint metallic tang of distant rain. Myra transforms once more into her wolf and demonstrates how to climb a tree in wolf form, her claws digging into the bark with practiced ease.“Roxellena, your turn,” she says as every eye turns toward me.“No, I think I’m cool,” I answer in a low voice, heat creeping up my neck.“Disagree. You’ve got to try,” Jess says. Her voice is stronger than it was in the hospital…steadier, almost teasing.“Alright.” I shift. The elastic cloth I wore stays clinging to my wolf form as my paws hit the forest floor. The bark feels rough and cool under my claws when I start climbing. Myra, still in wolf form, surges past me.“Catch me if you can!” she calls, leaping from one tree to the next with effortless power.“Dammit.” She never mentioned cross-jumping.I push harder, leaping
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