The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft silver glow over the forest as I walked ahead, my heart beating steadily. The night air caressed my skin, but the warmth of Magnus and Xavier beside me was more than enough to keep the cold at bay. The silence between us wasn't tense.
Then, without warning, Magnus let out a low huff before shifting into his wolf form. A massive brown wolf replaced him in seconds, his amber eyes gleaming mischievously in the moonlight. He shook his fur out, stretching his limbs before lowering himself onto his front paws.
"Get on, Little Wolf," Magnus's voice rang through our mind-link.
Xavier immediately clicked his tongue. "Oh, no. If anyone's carrying her, it's me."
And with that, he shifted swiftly as well. His sleek silver wolf appeared beside us. Xavier moved gracefully, his silver coat blending effortlessly into the night. He let out a low growl.
"Come on, Andra, you know I'm the faster one."
