I gently lifted her, cradling her in my arms. “Savannah, it’s me. Open
your eyes.”
She needed to complete the shift soon, or she was going to die. Her skin
already looked pale, and her pulse was erratic. I brushed a strand of her
scarlet hair off her forehead. “Savannah, I need you to wake up.”
She moaned, and her eyes fluttered open. “Jaxson?”
Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were a rich amber gold. Beautiful. My
wolf reared up again.
“Help me,” she whispered weakly.
My chest calved in two, and I wanted to tear the world apart. But I had to
focus. I cupped her cheek and rubbed away a tear. “You need to finish your
shift, or you’re going to die.”
She pressed her eyes closed. “I can’t. There’s something wrong with me.”
My heartbeat accelerated. What if that was true?
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re strong. Finish the shift.”
She opened her eyes, and I saw the fear in them. I could sense she was
resisting the change, rebelling against the transformation.
Of course she was. We were monsters, and she was a LaSalle. But
resisting would kill her.
She shook her head. “I’m not a…”
“You are. And you’re a fighter. The most stubborn woman I know—but
the only way to win this fight is to give in. Let it happen. Or you’ll die.” I
kept my voice calm and pushed my power into her.
She ground her teeth, fighting it again, but she finally whimpered. Too
exhausted to fight any longer, she submitted to the change. Her body jerked,
and she cried out.
My heart tore. “Easy, Savannah. Let the pain flow through you. It’ll
pass,” I whispered, silently praying to the fates for one little mercy in the
chaos they’d caused.
I felt her bones cracking and sinews lengthening and twisting beneath my