Novel & Cerita The Great Passage

His wolf was rarely allowed to run free. Maybe that’s why Rihanna affected me so much. I’m pent-up. As he strolled along the shadow-painted sidewalk, Elias allowed his racing mind to drift back to when he lived deep in the woods by the Pasig River just east of Makati’s border. He imagined himself running on all fours, feeling the winding course through his fur as the forest blurred past. The memory of the trees, their familiar and comforting smell, lifted the weight from his shoulders. He could almost feel the cold of the covered ground he’d last experienced, how the soft flakes felt under his paws as he raced with his packmates, unhindered by fear of being caught.