Annie's POV:
His voice didn't sound like his own. It was deeper. Rougher. Threaded with the resonance of his wolf.
Elena rose slowly to her feet, staring at her brother's back.
The color had drained from her face.
"Jasper." Her voice wavered. Actually wavered. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. His wolf growled again, low and sustained, a rumble that seemed to come from the earth itself.
"Pull your wolf back," Elena said, and for the first time I heard something close to vulnerability in her tone. Not quite fear, but adjacent. "I'm your sister. I'm your Luna."
Jasper's shoulders shook with the effort of holding himself in. I could see it. His spine was slightly arched. His breathing was fast and ragged. His claws kept flexing, flexing, flexing, like a wolf pacing in a cage.
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