BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Calista

Two days have passed since that conversation with my father and Levi, and the weight of their words still presses heavily on my heart. In need of clarity and space to think, I find myself drawn to the edge of the forest, where the natural world always seems to offer solace.

I stop at a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. The transformation is something that always brings me a sense of power and freedom.

I close my eyes, feeling the familiar tingling sensation as my body begins to change. My bones shift and reform, my senses heighten, and my skin gives way to a thick, white fur. The transformation is swift, a fluid transition from human to wolf.

As my white wolf form takes over, I feel a release from the human complexities that have been burdening me. I take a deep breath, the scents of the forest filling my nostrils, and I begin to run.

The ground feels different under my paws, more alive, as I dart through the trees. The wind rushes past me, and I relish in the freedom and