Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Plan
I drove back in a daze, my head was still in the night sky, the feeling of my paws on the mossy ground, the delicious burn of air in my lungs. It felt good. Better than I ever would've admitted to myself before, to the person who wanted to be anything but a werewolf, the person who only wanted to be human. I'd only shifted before because I needed to, to make traversal easier, never for the goodness of it, the feeling of being one with my wolf. All I could feel as I gripped the wheel was the thrum of my heart, still racing from my night run. The stars whizzed by, my hands steady on the wheel. I still didn't know what I was going to do, all I knew was that I couldn't do what the Oracle told me. I couldn't go back, groveling for Nico, but I also couldn't do what I had wanted to earlier; I co
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