POV (ABELIA)
Riding the wind, that was what it felt like. I had never gone horseback riding before, even though Victor had wanted me to learn. Yet now, I felt there was no way I could ever ride on a horse after experiencing this.
The feeling of running with the wolves, through the forest at night, was like being pulled into battle. The pounding of their paws hitting the ground in unison sounded like the drums of war, while the clouds of white mist their many breaths created, in the darkness, looked like the smoke from musket barrels. Their enemies, the inhabitants of the forest, scurried to hide from the beasts that were making it known they were the soldiers, the generals, and rulers here. I soon found myself completely overwhelmed by what the moonlight was doing to the world aroun
