The midday sun was high when Seth finally handed her a new pair of shorts and a sports bra top like the one she’d worn earlier in the day. Danielle couldn’t remember how many times she’d shifted into wolf form and back again, but she was bone tired.
She gratefully pulled on the clothes, thinking about lunch and trying to forget Seth’s comment about an afternoon full of more training.
Transforming had gotten easier each time, and it wasn’t painful when she embraced the shift. They’d all told her it only hurt when she fought it, but she hadn’t believed them.
“Come on,” Seth said. “Lily will have lunch ready, and she hates it when we’re late.”
“Good, I’m starving. That protein bar this morning was so not enough,” Danielle sighed.
“Yeah, but you won’t want to eat too much,” Seth warned. “
