by Stephanie Yu Chris Ensminger The morning after our sleepover, Lindsey and I woke up as wolves. It had been a lifelong dream of hers and I could tell she was finally happy. As a human, she had spent recess howling and running across the soccer field. And I would go after her, floppy like a puppy in her wake. The first few hours, we relished the new scents and smells in her backyard. We liked rubbing our noses into soft mosses, into each other’s fur. We liked how we sneezed