Out in the woods, running with Brandon, Tim, and Alex, Deucalion could feel the cool air rush over his fur. It felt good to stretch out to his full potential. Further out in the dark, he could hear the pack yip and bark as they ran and played in the light of the full moon. Doctor and Allison were right. He needed to shift more often. But Deucalion had issues, and not just because he was angry with the wolf.
[We're different], the wolf whispered through his head.
More than anything, he wanted to tell the wolf to shut up, but tonight, he was going to let the wolf take most of the control because he needed to release some of the anxiety.
[We shift too easily. It's not right, and yet, we were born out of infection.]
Deucalion ran out toward the river, trying to ignore the stab of hatred he
