#Chapter 93: Jack’s Secret

Ardal My wolf revels in her freedom, breaking free from her human prison for the first time in so long. Every sensation is amplified - the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the creaking of tree branches as they sway in the wind. I eagerly take in all the smells and sounds that only come alive in furred form. Jack urges me forward with a lighthearted nudge. And then we're off, racing through the forest. As the terrain grows steeper and more treacherous, leading me further and further away from Kadeem and the quints, I push myself harder until my lungs feel ready to burst. At last, we emerge into a clearing at the foot of a mountain range that looms high above us like a majestic goddess. Her snow-capped peaks reach for the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape. I sense danger lurking, but I'm also drawn to here, as if some part of me has always belonged. Panting, we shift back into our human forms and I stare ahead, my eyes