This, this was part of what I’d just inherited, this freedom and elation, the pure brilliance of ability. No wonder my brothers loved it so much. I hadn’t known what I was missing. I turned to look at the wolf loping along next to me, in all his red, furry glory, mouth open in what only could be called a shit-eating grin. C’mon then. I jerked my muzzle in the direction of the small copse of oak trees across the clearing, and nudged my brother’s flank with my own furry nose. With a sharp yip he bit playfully at my pale fur and took off running. I followed, barely a few paces behind, soon to catch up. Being a wolf was so easy. Tucker and I had agreed this would be my first foray into the realm of the Changed, to learn to shift. He could teach me to be wolf: to run, to hunt, to simply exist in the moment. Existing in the moment wasn’t something I’d been able to do a lot of lately … or, well, ever. Since our departure had been delayed and we had time, I figured I might as well learn how to use at least one of my Talents.
