Bailee’s POV
The wind whips through my fur as Baila runs through our section on the forest, stopping to sniff here and there before taking off again, yipping excitedly.
I laugh from the back of her mind at her antics, it’s been so long since we have been able to shift. It’s too dangerous to rearrange all your bones when you are carrying a pup, and after the birth, your body needs time to recover or you could cause yourself some serious damage. Yesterday was our first shift since I found out we were carrying Payton, and my wolf still hasn’t gotten over the excitement of being back in control, she’s like a newly turned pup, enjoying her freedom.
We are nearing the end of our second shift, I haven’t been back to see the Rogue since I stormed out, and as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t
