Sylvester stretched his arms above his head and took a deep breath. The spectators seated on the impossibly-high stacks of hay bales at this week’s shifter games were literally roaring as the participants arranged themselves on the line marked “START”.
Sylvester shifted his weight. He was comfortable being n***d in front of gods-knew how many people, but his feet certainly paid the price. He wished one of the witches that frequented AUDREY’S could magic up some shoes that could survive a shift to his bear form. He waved at the stands and pumped his fist in the air, eliciting more enthusiastic cheers from the crowd. He could feel their shouts in his chest, their applause, and encouragement like a buoy, lifting him up for the race ahead.
Lola had once again rearranged the land behind AUDRE
