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Aiden For the first time in months, I had shifted, and let my wolf go for a run. Or rather, a trot. My wolf was weak, but I was gratified to know that he was still with me. Shifting back had been difficult, and I’d been tempted to stay in my wolf form and spend the night sleeping in the forest. It wouldn’t have been the first time for me to use my wolf to avoid my empty bedroom, however, I felt compelled to return to the packhouse. Something was niggling in my gut, a vague uneasy sense that something was wrong. So with a great deal of effort, I forced myself back into my human for and yanked on the boxers and trousers that I’d stashed in the low branches of an old maple. Pulling my shirt on seemed like too much work, especially since I would probably head straight for the shower as soon a