As night fell upon us, our run towards Denver continued. Hunter, Caleb, and the other four werewolves and I moved with speed and agility, our paws hitting the ground like a war rhythm. The chilly wind enveloped us.

As I ran in my lupine form, I felt the freedom of speed and the wild nature. The trees, streams, and the cool forest breeze were my constant companions, and the sensation of the ground beneath my paws was reassuring.

Finally, we arrived at a Hut a bit away from the ...