Chapter 93 Jack's Secret

Ardal
My wolf revels in her freedom, breaking free from her human prison for the first time in so long. Every sensation is amplified - the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the creaking of tree branches as they sway in the wind. I eagerly take in all the smells and sounds that only come alive in furred form.
Jack urges me forward with a lighthearted nudge. And then we're off, racing through the forest. As the terrain grows steeper and more treacherous, leading me further and further away from Kadeem and the quints, I push myself harder until my lungs feel ready to burst.