Lorelei

The forest was alive around me, and I was alive with it.

I ran through the trees, my paws silent on the soft earth, my new body moving with a grace I had never known. The wind was in my fur, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs, and I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life.

The strawberry blonde wolf that I had become—that I was—was fast and strong, her muscles coiling and releasing with each stride. I could hear everything: the heartbeat of a rabbit ...