Mage of Wolves
When she was done shifting, her clothes and shoes lay undisturbed on the forest floor, and she stood next to them, her wolf eyes wide in shock.
She was a beautiful wolf. Her fur was a light gray, blonde in places, and her eyes were a bright greenish-blue. She was bigger than Raven, but smaller than any of the male wolves in my pack. As I watched her, Melanie turned a few times, as if she was trying to look at herself.
“You’re beautiful,” I assured her, smiling from ear to ear. “You and Raven should go for a run!”
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