Serenity
My skin itched to shift, my nails and canines ached to extend, my heart pounded wanting vengeance for my pack that I should have led, for my parents that I should have known and learnt from and for my mate…that I should have been free to love openly for the world to see without fear of it being stolen from me too.
Viljo’s eyes widened, sensing my waning containment, knowing I was so close to shifting. He sprang forward with the syringe in hand, raising it to aim for my skin. But Morgan had taught me well…my buffwuff had been such a patient and attentive teacher in the small amount of training we had done together.
Instead of trying to block Viljo’s advance, I used it against him. Trying to match his strength would never work, he would always win, so I needed to deflect it back
