CIAN
The training ground sat far enough from the main house that the quiet felt absolute. This particular clearing had become the unofficial shifting space over the years. Far enough away that broken bones and torn muscle wouldn't disturb anyone trying to sleep.
I'd given up on sleep hours ago.
The grass was still wet with morning dew when I reached the clearing. My shoes squelched softly against the ground as I walked to the center of the space. The sky was just starting to lighten at the edges, that murky pre-dawn gray that made everything look washed out and unreal.
I needed this. I needed to let my wolf out before the day fully began and everything went to shit.
My fingers went to the buttons of my shirt. I worked them open one by one, then shrugged the fabric off my shoulders. The morning air was cold against my bare chest. Goosebumps rose across my skin immediately.
The sound of an engine cut through the silence.
