A Werewolf's Print
Zeev patted Tyr’s head twice before smirking at him, challenging the young wolf for a race and he immediately sprinted.
“Wait!”
Tyr could only sprint and follow Zeev’s tracks. As soon as they reached the stream where the wolves usually gathered during the hunt, Zeev leaped over and shifted to his wolf. Tyr looked up at him as he continued sprinting. His brows furrowed while he also called for his wolf. The first shift didn’t go as smoothly as he expected, and it even took him some time to tame his wolf. So, with a lot of focus and determination, Tyr tried to call for his wolf again and that’s when he felt his skin burning, temperature rising, and bones crushing. In just under a minute, his
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