Soraya's POV
The wind roared past me—no, past us. My wolf, had taken full control, and all I could do was watch from somewhere deep inside as her powerful legs pushed into the earth and lifted us forward with impossible speed. I felt every movement yet couldn't move myself. It was like riding inside my own body while someone else steered it.
Her paws hit the ground so quietly despite how fast we were going, each stride stretching farther than humanly possible. The night air was cold against our fur—my fur—and I could feel it ripple in the wind. I could also feel her emotions as if they were my own: exhilaration… freedom… finally breathing after years underwater.
"Hold on," my wolf whispered within me. "Just breathe, Soraya. Let me show you what it feels like to run as you were born to."
We burst through the trees, and for a moment the forest opened. The moon caught our coat, and Soraya—the human part of me—froze.
Pure white.
Pure.
