The moon had traveled across the sky into early morning by the time Aimes came to a stop next to a stream.

We need to rest, he announced, and I couldn't disagree.

My thighs were burning after holding on to him for so long, and my fingers were cramped from gripping his fur all that time. I'd kind of dozed, but all that seemed to do was rub my eyeballs with sandpaper.

He shifted into his human form and stumbled, his face so pale that it matched the color of the moon. I ...