She cried out, but the change was even faster than usual. My wolf was more than prepared to come out, to watch over and nurse her. I gave him complete control, and he whimpered and butted his head against her.
Precious seconds ticked by.
Then, like a miracle, she closed her eyes and exhaled. The change was long, far longer than it should have been, but when a small and honey-colored wolf whimpered under me, it was alive.
She was alive.
Sitting back, I howled, and my wolves returned. They performed a tight perimeter around us, and Saul stretched over.
“She’s pretty,” Bridget commented.
“She is,” Saul agreed as he ran his hands over her leg. “And terrified. Give us more space please.”
Instantly, the wolves moved out. My wolf leaned down and gently bit her nose. It was a sign of affect
