Freya’s paws thudded rhythmically against the ground as she and her mother raced through the darkened streets, weaving around corners and leaping over obstacles with a newfound exhilaration. The crisp night air whipped past her fur, carrying scents she’d never noticed before—pavement, damp leaves, and the distant tang of smoke. She felt alive in a way she never had before, every muscle in her body singing with energy.

“You’re doing so well, Freya,” her mother’s voice came through the mind link, warm and steady. “Stay close to me. Let the wind guide you.”

Freya’s chest swelled with pride as she pushed herself harder, her strides lengthening to match her mother’s....