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of
land. I couldn’t tell Grace where the obstacles were and she fell
again and again. The vehicles roared and I flattened my ears and
snarled at them with the rage that filled my chest.
    Grace bumped my shoulder and I wanted so
badly to show her the expanse of open ground ahead of us dotted in
sage, crevasses, and rocks which would trip her up. I pushed the
image toward her in a desperate attempt to help her see. She
brushed my shoulder again and I felt the image pass from me to her
with the contact. She fell back in surprise, then surged forward
and ran so that her shoulder was constantly against mine. I passed
what I saw to her through our contact. I don’t know how it worked,
but I was grateful that it did.
    With the images showing her the obstructions
in her path, Grace picked up speed until she practically flew over
the ground, missing the objects with ease and cat-like litheness. I
kept pace with her as we dipped into a large gully, darted up a
sandy bank a few turns down, then disappeared into another
crevasse. The sounds of pursuit faded, then died away altogether,
but we continued to run until we had left them far behind.
    Grace slowed when I did and I passed her
images of the setting sun seen through the grays, blacks, and
whites of wolf vision. We walked across caked, hard dirt that our
wide paws crossed easily without leaving tracks. A thump sounded in
the distance and a desert hare darted between prickly bushes
leaving only the scent of dried desert plants, a dark, cool dirt
lair, rabbit musk, and fear when we passed.
    We walked slowly toward the mountains as the
moon rose and cast the land in a ghostly gray. My animal eyes
picked out every detail of the darkening night, and my nose
categorized scents I had never smelled before while my brain filed
them away for later reference.
    I had forgotten about the bullet in my leg,
but as the adrenaline began to fade, the constant ache returned and
I began to limp again. Grace pushed against me to help me keep my
weight off it, but we finally had to stop about a half mile from a
small town nestled against the mountain. I looked around and Grace
leaned against me to follow my sight. A truck with only three
wheels sat axle deep in the sand about twenty feet away. Rust ate
at the faded blue paint and it was obvious no one had been there in
a long while.
    Grace left my side and walked slowly in the
direction of the vehicle, her nose outstretched until she touched
its side. She then followed the edge of the harsh metal around to
where I couldn’t see her. I settled on the sand still warm from the
absent sun and waited.
    “ Okay, you’re turn,” Grace
called from inside the truck. She sat up and pulled the edges of a
ragged coat closer to cover her bare skin.
    I stood up uncertainly and glanced at the
truck, not sure how to start. Grace listened for a minute and when
it was obvious I didn’t phase, an understanding smile touched her
lips. “Just remember what it feels like to be human. Remember your
hands, your lips, your fingers, the things that separate you from a
wolf. Concentrate and your body will remember them also and want to
go back to that form, then you just let it.”
    It sounded easy, but my wolf form was
reluctant to let go. Images of the running hare flashed through my
mind with its scent, begging me to give in to the thrill of the
chase. A warm breeze tickled across my nose, telling of a small
herd of deer in a valley not far from us. The moonlight warmed my
fur like the sun did my human skin and I closed my eyes and basked
in the warmth for a brief moment.
    “ Kaynan?”
    I came back to myself at her voice and
pushed the images from my mind. I took a steeling breath and called
forward the things she had told me. I pictured my hands, the way
they held a pool stick and hit the ball with a proficiency I was
improving with each match against my friends. I remembered Renee’s
fingers on my arm, tracing a scar I had gotten playing in the lot
behind our