A lot of pain came with the transformation into my wolf form. My bones cracked, reshaping into something that was special. I hate transforming into my wolf because each time I do, I could barely turn back.
That was something that I had no control over.
Most of the students open their eyes with shock. Most of them saw my true wolf for the first time.
My claws dug into the tiled floor, scraping against it.
My vision blurred, but when it cleared, everything was heightened.
The scent of fear from the crowd, the sharp tang of blood from someone who must have bitten their lip, the pounding rhythm of hearts racing in the hallway.
“Holy s**t,” someone muttered. “She’s shifting—here? At school?”
Harper crouched by me. “Sienna, control it. You can’t let them get to you like this..”
But it
