Wanting to confront my aunt, I stopped abruptly as I felt my body teetering on the edge of another shift. Panic gripped me as I realized I couldn’t hold it back. My wolf surged forward with an intensity that stole my breath.
‘Please don’t! My body can’t take much more of this pain!’ I pleaded internally, desperation coating my every word.
To my surprise, my wolf responded, her voice sassy yet calm. ‘Relax, girl. I’m not trying to kill us—I just got here, and I’m figuring this out too.’
Her confidence took me aback, and though I had every reason to panic, something about her tone soothed me. I forced myself to breathe as her presence settled in, strong yet oddly comforting. Without hesitation, I asked through our mind link: ‘What’s your name? I’m Marisol.’
She purred in response, a deep
