Argent

Man, it’s nice to run. Just run, wild and free and crazy, like we did when we were kids and shifted for the first time. Reckless. Abandoning all stress and worry. Just our paws clashing with the ground beneath us, our breathing coming in fast and hard and leaving even faster.

And now as I run, following my mate, her majestic snow-white fur glowing in the sinking sunlight, pieces of the ancient puzzle have fallen into place. I finally get that chapter of our pack’s history, the one that we all share. Having a mate to run with truly makes it all worthwhile.

We run in unison. One compliments...