Olivia
I remember the first time I shifted. I was fourteen, I’d just passed through the trauma of human puberty, then it was on to the werewolf equivalent. The first time, it’s a painful, itchy, agonizing experience, and everyone thinks they are going to die. The pain is equal to a fractured bone, multiplied by every bone in your body. And let’s not even talk about the hair.
As I lay there in the hospital bed, it was like I was going through that all over again. Except, instead of lasting for just a few minutes, it was going on for hours. And hours and hours. Avalon was freaking out. “Oh my god, are we gonna die? It feels like we are dying! I heard that most people do die!”
“Stop talking about dying!” I growled at her. And she growled right back. “That’s the spirit!” I
