Roxxane's POV
The pain hit me like lightning splitting through my bones.
I was fourteen years old, alone in the woods behind the palace, and my body felt like it's tearing itself apart from the inside. I knew this was coming. Every werewolf goes through their first shift. My father told me it would happen soon, told me to be ready. But nothing could have prepared me for this.
My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping. My fingers curled, and I watched in horror as claws pushed through my fingertips. Fur sprouts along my arms, dark and thick.
I tried to scream but my jaw is locked, teeth grinding as my bones began to shift and c***k.
It hurt. So hurt.
My spine arched backwards, and the world tilted and blurred. Colors sharpened. Sounds amplified. I could hear everything.
