The night seemed to part for Jessamyn as she rode on the white wolf, the shadows retreating in deference to the majestic creature that bore her. Each stride of the wolf was fluid and powerful, a rhythm that lulled her into a state of dreamy enchantment.
The world around her faded into a blur, the forest becoming a mere backdrop to the surreal experience.
Jessamyn felt an overwhelming sense of wonder and exhilaration. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from a deep, intoxicating thrill that reminded her of the heady rush of her first love.
The sensation of the wolf's powerful muscles moving beneath her, the silken feel of his fur, and the cool night air rushing past her face all combined to create a feeling of euphoria.
It was much better than riding a horse!
As she clung to the wolf, she felt a strange but profound connection. It was as if their hearts were beating in unison, a perfect harmony that transcended words.
