Dark blue eyes looked up at me and Molly's wolf huffed, nudging my leg with her nose. She came up to about my chest, roughly four feet tall, which was a perfectly average height for a female wolf. Molly's wolf was gentler and softer than her human self, but the mischief was still there if you looked closely enough at her eyes.
My nervous gaze found Phoenix on the sideline and he gave me a small nod and a quiet smile. My hands were shaking. I closed my eyes and pulled in a slow breath. The wolves around me were finishing their shifts and more than a few had already turned to look at me. Word had clearly spread about my wolf, and curiosity was written plainly across every face.
Cel, I called.
