Chapter 20
At fifty-eight-and-a-half minutes after donning our fur, the thrum of drumbeats vibrated through our paw pads. At fifty-nine minutes, we curved up to the outside of the funeral gathering without any nudging on my part.
If the partnership with my wolf had been this easy previously, I might not have sought to expel my animal half. As it was, the taste of strawberries infused us as we peered out from beneath a low-hanging conifer and into the party we’d left behind.
The students were right where we’d left them. The girls and Noah relaxed beneath sleeping bags drawn up over their legs while Jacob continued drumming. The best part? Nobody appeared to have imbibed any illegal substances while we were away.
It was time to shift and join them, but something kept me at a distance. Wh
