#Chapter 22 Wolf Form

I sit back in wonder with Blaze at the forefront of our consciousness, with her in total control of our wolf form. I can’t believe I shifted. My shock is merely an afterthought in the sea of awe as Blaze runs through a forest. It’s like watching my dearest friend experience joy for the first time. My heart sings for her. The cool night air rustles through her silky black fur as she revels in the wind biting at her nose and the mossy ground sponging beneath her strong paws. Her ears twitch in every direction, enthralled by the forest sounds: the crawling critters and the creaking trees and the silence that precedes our steps, like the forest itself is making way for Blaze. She gazes upward, marveling at the stars between the outline of the treetops, both of which she’s seen a million times before – but never through her own eyes. And the smells. Blaze tilts her muzzle up, howling in the deep night, delighting in the scent of the pine and the fern and the bark and the birds sh