“Again,”
The burning. The ripping of skin. The feel of fur back onto my paws.
“And back.”
More burning. More skin ripping. The chill across hands devoid of any hair.
“Again,”
“God,” I choked out of my mouth as I fell forwards onto my hands. “Can I get a half a second of rest?”
I heard the squishing of feet against the gym mat. Then, the shade of someone crouching down next to me. I tipped my chin up to meet the piercing gaze of Valentin.
“This method of shifting is particularly successful in young wolves,” he said softly. “It forces your body to get used to the shift quicker and it forces the body to accept it quicker. It’s harsh but it works.”
My chest was still heaving. “How many times to get it to work?”
“Usually, I can get a wolf to max out at about ten shifts per minutes,” he
