Senna’s POV
Verity pushed against me. For a moment, I pushed back. Korrigan’s wolf and Fricker’s were still fighting on the sand. Thor’s wolf was already running towards them. Behind me, Thistle was hovering in the trees, terrified. Isolde was on her hands and knees, clutching at the sand.
I had to do this. I couldn’t let Thor fight alone.
So with a deep breath, I gave myself over to Verity.
The world narrowed the moment I shifted. It was an indescribable feeling, as bone snapped into place. Muscle surged. The ground felt different Verity’s my paws: closer, sharper, more real in a way it never was on two legs. Scents were stronger. Colors were brighter.
And a strength pulsed through us both.
Verity surged forward, her paws padding against the sand.
Up close, Korrigan’s wolf was even
