Marked by fate
She grins back and shifts right in front of us, her transformation so fast and smooth I almost miss it with a blink, and without shedding any clothing as well.
I still don’t fully understand how that works.
Lincoln, Tobias and I strip down quickly, leaving our clothes in a circle on the dais before shifting as well.
The other two massive black wolves, Thor and Lex, circle around Zanthe. As Atlas approaches, he rubs his shoulder against hers, then drags his head over her neck and head, scenting her as much as possible. The others do the same.
She lets out a chuff that could be a giggle, then yips and bounds away from us, taking off towards the edge of the forest.
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