Ivy's POV
I stormed out of class, making a beeline for the forest. The frustration inside me had been building for weeks, and I needed to run—to feel the earth beneath my paws and the wind through my fur.
"No, I don't," I mumbled to myself, answering Killian's voice in my head. She was amused, knowing exactly why I was on edge.
Astrid mentally rolled her eyes at my denial. "Yes, you do."
I stopped abruptly in the middle of the path, throwing my hands up. "No, I don't!" I shouted, drawing startled looks from nearby students. I quickly apologized before sprinting the rest of the way to the forest's edge, where I finally shifted into Killian.
My wolf took off immediately, weaving through the trees with practiced agility, leaping over fallen logs and darting beneath low-hanging branches. The forest blurred around us as she picked up speed.
"You know exactly why you're angry," Killian said as we ran. "You just refuse to admit it."
