Esme woke and was instantly fighting Asha for control. She opened her eyes and then quickly squeezed them shut trying to beat back her wolf. Asha was so angry she had lost all reason. All she cared about was getting out and ripping Marxus' head from his shoulders. If Esme were to shift as weakened as she was the results could be devastating.
"Esme?" a concerned voice whispered approaching her slowly. The soft silk layered over steel was like music to her ears but, to Asha it was only a catalyst. They had afterall just held him as he took his last breaths. She tried to reply but, the only noise that could be heard was her bones breaking as Asha began to force her to shift.
"Get back!" she heard Derrick yell. He shoved Alex aside grabbing the suppression necklace from the bedside table.
