The silence after that was heavy in a way that had nothing to do with the snow.
"He's right," Fenrir said quietly inside me. "You were selfish—"
"Soren, I'm sor—"
It happened fast.
One moment he was standing there. Next, the air cracked, his breath came sharp, and Blaze tore through.
The shift was violent and instant — no hesitation, no warning. In a blink, Soren was gone and a massive black wolf stood in his place, the silver crescent on his right ear catching the pale winter light, yellow eyes burning with something I'd never seen before.
I took a cautious step back. Blaze had taken full control.
"Soren, get your wolf under control before—"
Blaze hit me like a freight train.
He slammed me into the snow, my back crashing into the frozen ground, the air driven clean from my lungs.
