REBECCA
It had been a long, long time since I had been just a wolf.
Usually, even during transformations, I always tried to keep some control - it was a matter of safety, after all. It was something I had learned over time: how to coexist with my wildest instincts, with the animal inside of me, to avoid unpleasant situations. Only a few times I had allowed myself to lose control - usually in battles, where I needed to overhear human morals and principles and simply do whatever was necessary to protect the pack.
This time, however, it had not been my choice.
My wolf had simply ... taken over. My humanity had sort of faded away, giving way only to the beast.
My enemies had taken my pup away from me, and I was going to get her back - I was going to take her back to the den, safe with her
