Fiona’s POV
I drag in a lungful of cool night air, the joy of running through a crisp fall forest, the grass whipping by me, the scents of the night filling my nose. I howl out my pleasure and hear the answer of my pack in the distance. The musty smell of my mate has me veering off course.
Slowing, I step into a moonlight meadow and see the lone black wolf standing there.
He huffs and tells me through the mind link to hurry, he wants to run with his mate and not waste a night like this. I pad over to him, rubbing my nose against his before he huffs again, and I bark out a chuckle, or as much of one as I can in this form.
He takes off like a shot and I follow him, zig-zagging through the forest. Each time I get close, he runs a little faster, drawing out this game we are playing.
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