I just keep doubting myself.
Becoming a Luna is one thing but the Royal Queen of all Werewolves?
I am so lost in my thoughts questioning that I did not hear Bruce ask me a question. But I feel him tap my shoulder.
"Lacey", he spoke again.
"Oh, I'm sorry Bruce, I was daydreaming, what can I do for you?"
"Are you OK, Lacey? Is something bothering you?” he asked.
I gave him a small smile,
"Yes, thank you, Bruce, I'm OK I just have a lot on my mind is all."
"I think I am going to take a run, my wolf Skylee hasn't been out in a while, and she wants to run," I tell him taking off towards the forest. Once I knew I was alone, I stripped off my clothes and shifted. Skylee took off running. She felt so free when she ran. She pushed us faster, the trees were a blur as they whiz on by me.
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