hands. She screamed but let the transformation continue.
God, how long had she been fighting this?
I gently placed her on the ground and gave her some space. I could help
guide her with my magic, but she needed to do the shift on her own. It was
our way.
Her body jerked and arched, and I fought back the fear that had settled in
my soul. For born werewolves, the first shift was painful, but according to
our lore, the first shift was ten times worse for humans who caught
lycanthropy. Not all made it through.
Would she survive this?
If she didn’t, would my mind break? Or would I slowly descend into
madness, like Billy had? That would destroy the pack.
Savannah cried out and clawed the ground, and I pushed all other fears
and doubts out of my mind. Nothing but her mattered now. I just had to get
her through this.
“Don’t you dare give up,” I ordered. “Let the shift take you.”
Growling, she rolled onto her stomach and climbed to her knees. Her
spine arched, and her legs and arms snapped and bent as her hands became
paws and her face lengthened. Agony by agony, she completed the shift, until
all that was left was a beautiful gray and auburn wolf.
She whimpered and shook her body, and my wolf rumbled in my chest,
demanding to be set free. He wanted to meet his mate, but now was not the
fucking time.
“Savannah.” I slowly took a step forward, hands spread. “Savy.” She
snapped her head to me and growled, baring her teeth.
You did well, I said in my mind, testing our bond. She narrowed her
amber eyes but didn’t respond.
Perhaps that would take time.
“Easy.” I took another step, sensing her pain. She was weak and favoring
her left leg, and she snarled, limping backward. She was afraid and confused,