Rory's POV
The words rang in my skull, I could not ignore.
Let her shift.
It wasn’t Blackfang’s decree that gripped me, nor the hostile eyes of these wolves packed into that hall, but the voice, that voice, the one I had fought against since arriving here. It rose again now, sweet and venomous, screaming inside my head again and again.
[Do it. Show them. Tear them apart. Let them know who is in charge.]
Heat exploded beneath my skin. My veins burned. My chest heaved like something inside was clawing its way out, breaking through the fragile shell of who I thought I was. I stumbled, my palms trembling at my sides, and then...God, I felt my fingers splitting at once, my nails curving into claws. They gleamed sharper than blades, long and feral, catching the light of the hall.
My visio
