(Isabella’s POV)
I’ve gotten back to my morning routine as of late. I throw on my pink and gray racerback sports bra and wind shorts, then lace up sneakers and pull my knee-high socks up as far as they can reach. I’m ready for my morning run.
I stretch in the courtyard with the moon low on the horizon, still outshining the sun, then take off.
“Tomorrow, I want you to shift,” my wolf tells me. “I need to feel the wind in my fur.”
“Deal,” I say.
A cool breeze blows strands of my high ponytail behind me as I build speed. The fresh air hits the back of my neck just right.
As I breach the forest, the scent of pine and sticky tree sap floods my nostrils. A whirring sound grazes my ear. At first I thought it was a bird that flew by my head fast.
The next thing I know, throbbing,
