Chapter 237

The moment seemed ripe for release, and with a trained swiftness, Marisol's body contorted into a blur of fur, embodying the untamed spirit of her wolf. The ground beneath her paws blurs as she sprints wildly, each leap pushing her closer to a semblance of freedom. Yet, even in the wild abandon of her wolf's run, the echoes of her fears lingered. Exhaustion eventually catches up with her, both as a wolf and a human. She shifts back to her human form with short heaving breaths. The ground embraces her as she lets herself fall, a respite from the relentless chase of her own thoughts. As her breath steadied, Marisol lay amidst the serene embrace of nature, yearning for the elusive peace she sought. She laid back on the forest floor, and the rhythmic inhales and exhales of her lungs accompanied a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in a long time. The morning air was sweet and invigorating. It filled her lungs, providing a respite from the tangled threads of her recent nightmares. Slee