The wind rushed through her fur as Anne ran, the cool air invigorating as her paws hit the soft earth beneath her. Damien was behind her, his powerful body moving fluidly through the trees, and he chased after her. She could feel the tension melting away as they ran, the freedom of the forest wrapping around them.
They wove through the trees, their wolves chasing each other in a playful dance. His eyes were gleaming with wild intensity. Anne stopped, nipped playfully at his flank, and darted ahead. Damien growled in response, his wolf instincts kicking in as he chased after her. They leapt over fallen logs, dodged branches, and raced through the moonlit forest, their wolves perfectly in sync. For a while, there was no tension, no pack politics, no looming trials—just the two of them, their wolves running free under the stars.
