She burrowed down in the leaves to sleep. Karla didn't know how she was controlling the transformation and she didn't care. Animal that she was, she only knew that her fur was soft and cushioned the hard soil beneath her. That her stomach was full with warm flesh. Were it not for her longing, she would choose to stay here forever. Safe. At peace.

And her calling. It burned inside. Even in her wolf form. And the distant knowledge of wrongness.

The wolf closed her eyes and dreamed of him.

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