Taking after my father

Chapter 7: The Night Run

After the intense conversations and revelations of the past few days, I knew my pack needed a break. We needed to reconnect with our wolves and each other. A night run through the forest was exactly what we needed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a soft twilight, I gathered my pack. "We're going for a run tonight," I announced. "It's time to let our wolves out and clear our minds."

Jay, Zeke, Marx, Storm, Rayne, Jack, and Ashling all nodded in agreement, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. We headed to a secluded clearing deep in the forest, a place where we could shift without fear of being seen.

The moon was full, its silvery light filtering through the trees and casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of my wolf just beneath the surface. One by one, we began to shift, our human forms giving way to our true selves.

My wolf, with her midnight black fur streaked with fiery red, emerged first. Her yellow eyes with black rings glowed in the moonlight, a symbol of our power and authority. I felt a surge of strength and freedom as I fully embraced my wolf form.

Jay's wolf was next. He was a powerful, sleek creature with dark brown fur and piercing green eyes. His presence was commanding, a testament to his role as my beta. He moved with a grace and confidence that always reassured me.

Zeke and Marx shifted simultaneously, their wolves almost identical in their sheer size and strength. Zeke's fur was a deep, rich brown, while Marx's was a lighter, sandy color. Their eyes, a striking amber, reflected their fierce loyalty and protective nature.

Storm and Rayne followed, their wolves smaller but no less impressive. Storm's fur was a stormy gray, fitting his name perfectly, and his eyes were a sharp, intelligent blue. Rayne's fur was a sleek black, her eyes a vivid green that seemed to glow in the dark. They were the strategists of our pack, their quick minds always a step ahead.

Finally, the twins, Jack and Ashling, shifted. Their wolves were lean and agile, built for speed and stealth. Jack's fur was a dark, almost black brown, while Ashling's was a lighter, reddish-brown. Their eyes, a matching hazel, were always alert and watchful.

We stood together in the clearing, a pack united by our bond and our shared purpose. I let out a low howl, a signal to begin the run. The others joined in, their voices blending with mine in a harmonious chorus.

We took off into the forest, our paws pounding the earth in a rhythmic cadence. The night air was cool and crisp, filled with the scents of the forest. I felt a sense of exhilaration as we ran, the worries and stresses of the past few days melting away.

As we moved through the trees, I marveled at the beauty and power of my pack. Each wolf was unique, with their own strengths and abilities, but together we were unstoppable. We wove through the forest with ease, our movements synchronized and fluid.

We ran for hours, exploring the depths of the forest and reveling in the freedom of our wolf forms. Eventually, we returned to the clearing, our breaths coming in steady pants. We shifted back to our human forms, the bond between us stronger than ever.

"That was amazing," Jay said, a wide grin on his face.

"Exactly what we needed," Zeke agreed, clapping Marx on the back.

I nodded, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. "We're stronger together," I said. "No matter what comes our way, we'll face it as a pack."

The others nodded in agreement, their expressions determined. We had faced challenges before, and we would face them again. But with our wolves and each other, we were ready for anything.