Ella’s Point of View
I glanced over at Tiffany, feeling the fullness in my stomach but already craving the freedom of a run. I stretch my arms, feeling the restless energy bubbling inside me.
How about you, Tiffany? I ask softly, my voice tinged with longing.
She nods, her eyes shimmering with the same restless spark. Yeah, I’m dying to let our wolves out. But we can’t let Steppy or anyone else suspect we’re really werewolves. We’ve got to be careful.
I sigh, glancing around the crowded college campus. How do we even do that? How do we find a way to run free without showing our true selves? I bite my lip, feeling trapped in this human world, craving the wildness that’s burning inside me.
Tiffany gives me a small, knowing smile. We just have to be sneaky—wait for the right mome
