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I had a plan. A really bad plan. But a plan nonetheless. Justin had a point if I was to stay here I would have to shift. Emma had left for bed and I was in my room alone with my thoughts. I quietly slunk towards the door listening waiting for any noise to alert me. Nothing. Not a soul stirred outside. Perfect.

My wolf was nagging at the back of my mind desperate to shift. I couldn't go on like this. My thoughts were clouded with shifting and escape. I would go mad. Taking a deep breath calming my nerves I shifted.

Everything became clearer in the dark. I could smell the breakfast cooking in the kitchens in the far wing. My stomach growled in hunger and I cringed as my claws clicked on the hardwood. I may be unable to run but I could sleep in wolf form just fine. Jumping into bed I rolled myself up into a burrito wolf and closed my eyes embracing my heightened senses for a short time.

Trust is a delicate thing. Something earned and cherished, and