I leaned back, looking at the other contestants around me. Fallon was down the line near the first crates shaking two cans of spray paint as black fur sprouted along her arms.
We were all going nuts.
I ducked inside the room and closed the doors behind me, needing a moment of quiet to think. There were two plastic bins sitting in the corner of the shed and nothing else. No chairs. The floor was hard. Unnatural. Treated wood. There wasn’t enough air.
I set down my gram’s trunk and threw open the window. My frantic gaze swept the ceiling of the box. We didn’t even have light.
Stop stalling. We need a nest, my wolf barked.
Sweat beaded along my skin and I fanned the bottom hem of my shirt, trying to cool off.
Why did this feel so serious?
Like I would die if I didn’t figure it out.
It
