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watched her with wide eyes.
    "Shift," Sam ordered, her voice edged with power as a new energy slowly took shape. She could feel Maddie's wolf, knew that it was hers to summon.  
    Maddie hesitated, desire warring with the need to obey her alpha.  
    "We're not done," Sam promised, it took everything she had to hold back the tide of desire, knowing that something more lay at the end. "But I want to run."
    Heat arched between the two women, one light with desire, the other dark with power.
    Maddie dropped to her hands and knees, her body moving with lupine grace as she slowly crawled across the few feet that separated her from Sam. Pressing herself against her alpha's leg, she shifted.
    Sam watched as the gorgeous female morphed into a beautiful blonde wolf, her small body compact with power and strength.  
    And all of it Sam's to do with as she pleased.  
    Mine , Sam's wolf said, eager to run.
    Ours , Sam corrected.
    Maddie sat back, looking up expectantly at Sam.
    "I'll give you until I finish shifting," Sam said. "A head start before I come after you."
    Maddie brushed up against Sam, the message clear. Sam didn't need to chase her.
    Sam ran her hand over Maddie's head, trailing the fine line of one delicate ear before cupping her muzzle. "I will be disappointed if you give me anything less than your best."
    Maddie gave a soft bark of understanding. She was small and quick and she knew these woods. Turning, she trotted further down the path before looking back at Sam.
    Sam sensed Maddie's doubt through the pack bond and smiled. "If I can't catch you then I don't deserve to be alpha. Now, go."  
    Maddie darted down the path. A second later, she was gone.
    Sam watched her go before slipping out of her jeans and pulling her t-shirt over her head. I hate this part! She was still learning how to shift without pain, the process foreign and strange. Inside, her wolf stared out at her with hungry eyes.
    "Stop trying to will it," Nafarius had said. "Surrender to it."
    Taking a deep breath, Sam let go of the only form she had ever known.  
    Her body slowly began contorting, twisting into a new shape as muscles gained mass, joints dislocated and sharp canines erupted inside her newly formed muzzle.
    Fully in wolf form, Sam stretched, hearing her claws clicking on the rocks beneath her paws.  
    Surrender to it , she thought with a huff. That shit still hurts.
    Lifting her head, Sam sniffed the air and inwardly smiled. Maddie's desire blazed a clear trail, the scent stirring lightly on the breeze, and making her easy to follow.
    A few minutes later and Sam was already more than a mile away from where they had started. Maddie was moving quickly and covering a lot of ground. Picking up her pace in response, Sam stretched out her legs, enjoying a freedom that was unlike anything she had ever known. She wondered if Nafarius understood the true extent of the gift he had given her.  
    Her paws eating up the distance, Sam was following Maddie south, moving away from the pack's den and deeper into Nafarius' territory when the trail ended abruptly.
    Backtracking, Sam sniffed around until she found where Maddie had left the trail, her scent taking a sharp left up a steep vertical climb.
    Sam eyed the steep ridge. You have got to be kidding me .  
    Maddie was quick and nimble; her small body able to move in and around spaces the larger wolves couldn't go. Sam was by no means as large as Nafarius or Roland but she easily outweighed Maddie by twenty or thirty pounds. It was enough that it was going to take some serious effort to haul her cookies up the side of this mountain.
    Just then, the wind shifted and Sam caught Maddie's light, lingering scent. The tang of pheromones sent Sam up the side of the mountain, her back legs bunching beneath her and pushing her forward.
    Sam crested the steep ridge, scrambling over loose dirt only to find herself staring down a sheer drop into a deep basin. There, standing at the bottom, was a small, blonde