ASHVIN HARVEY
Her scream tore through the Pack Grounds like a lightning strike. The crowd turned just in time to see her drop to the floor, her body convulsing as the change began. Her eyes blazed a molten red, and her bones cracked loudly as her knees buckled. Her screams twisted into a guttural growl, feral and raw, as sharp claws burst from her fingertips.
Every pack member stood frozen, staring at her in stunned silence.
Then she collapsed back onto the ground, her body writhing, and her scream shifted back into something more human, painful, agonized.
She didn't know it yet, but it was impossible to shift within the Pack Court. Every werewolf pack had ancient enchantments laced into the grounds, a law of magic and tradition meant to prevent chaos during trials and judgments. It su
