How to Catch a Mate
His heart steadied.
His wolf snapped his head back and howled, long and wild, his voice filling the Valley.
Sheetal answered with a roar of her own, raw and sharp.
Then we ran.
The ground blurred under our paws. Dirt. Rock. Rails. The trees opened, the river bent, and we tore through it all like nothing could stop us. The night wind cut against our fur, sharp, clean, alive.
For a moment, I let myself feel it. Freedom. The power of four legs under me instead of two. The way the Valley opened for us, wide and endless.
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