Zane
She didn’t wake up.
The night slid slowly, mercilessly over the camp. One by one the fires died out, the guard changes passed without incident, even the groans of the wounded cut into the darkness less and less frequently—yet Elariana remained motionless. Her breathing was steady, deep and strong, her heart beating with reassuring force, and still it felt as if her mind were wandering somewhere very far away, beyond a threshold I could no longer follow. She was completely out for the entire night.
Not because of her injuries—those were already closing.
But because of the transformation.
Because of the release.
The power of the white wolf did not ask permission. It did not bargain. When it broke free, it carried with it everything that had been held back inside her for years. And
