Ryder
Monday morning came quicker than I expected. I rolled out of bed, feeling a little more energized than usual. Today wasn’t just another day of lectures—it was also the day Asher and I had planned our wolf run. It had been weeks since our last one, and I could already feel my wolf’s restlessness itching beneath my skin. The run would be exactly what we needed—a chance to let loose, run free, and forget about all the complications of college life, even if just for a few hours.
I packed a spare set of clothes, knowing I’d need them after shifting back from my wolf form, and grabbed my bag. As I headed out, I could already picture the trees, the wind rushing past me, and the steady rhythm of paws hitting the ground. Asher was right—our wolf run was the perfect therapy.
At school, Ashe
