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33. Ruslan

Author: J. Tarr
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

The night air is crisp against my skin as I shift into my wolf form, the bones and muscles twisting, reshaping, until I’m no longer a man but something wild, something raw. The transformation feels natural, like slipping into an old, familiar coat I’d forgotten I still owned. It’s been too long since I’ve let myself run like this, since I’ve let my wolf have control.

I take off into the woods behind the cottage, my paws hitting the earth with a steady rhythm. The wind rushes past me, carrying the scent of the trees, the damp earth, and the faintest hint of snow. Everything feels sharper, clearer, as if the night itself is alive, breathing with me.

This is what I’ve needed. To run. To breathe. To remember who I am without all the weight of the past, without the constant need to fight or survive. Out here, in the mountains, it’s just me and the wild. No expectations. No battles. No broken promises.

My mind is clear. Free. Out here, there’s no past, no future—just the present, just the r
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