Liam POV
Her wolf is magnificent. So beautiful it's impossible to take my eyes off her. Her fur is as white as the silken snow, and her eyes are like big crystal pools. I feel my breath hitch, even as the two of us race, our paws thudding hard on the forest ground, the coarseness of the dirt, the breeze that flows through our fur, all testament to the fact we are moving so quickly. It's almost like magic. I've never had a wolf be able to keep up with my own so easily, and as she keeps up with my pace, I see her weaving, dodging fallen trunks, and leaping over high bushes, her tail wagging. I have to run even harder, to look more impressive, a little stubborn in the idea that I don't want her to pass me. It's all in fun. We continue to head north, our heads ducked as we run, our muscles ri
