That evening, Agnes asked me to meet her near the woods.I found her standing beside a clearing where the trees opened toward the rising moon. The grass was soft beneath my feet, and the air smelled of pine and cool earth.
Unlike the morning lesson, she had brought no stones, candles, or other objects for me to practice with. Instead, she pointed toward the open ground.
"Tonight, we work on your wolf."
My stomach tightened. I had shifted only recently.
The memory remained vivid in my mind, the sudden pressure beneath my skin, the strange sensation of my bones changing, and the moment I had finally seen my silver-white wolf reflection.
I was still a bit frightened about the experience.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Shift." I stared at her.
"Just like that?"
"Would you prefer that I compose a song and invite the moon goddess to assist?" I gave her a flat look.
