Leilani.
If anyone had ever told me a couple of months ago that I would one day be running through the lush greenery located at the Valemont residence in my hybrid form, then I would have never believed them.
If they had told me that I would be able to shift, not under special circumstances and not under the full moon then I would have called them a blatant liar.
But here I am, doing all of the above and I was doing them with ease while listening only to the sounds my paws made as they hit the soft grass and the whooshing sounds in my ears as the wind blew past me.
The air was cool against my fur, ruffling at the soft cloud-like hairs covering the length of my body. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, travelling as far as I could go, and when I finally stopped at a clearing that looked more beautiful than the mural painting I had been so obsessed with back at the museum I had visited once in Germany, my heart was racing.
Frantically.
