He couldn’t have her. Another snarl parted my lips, flashing my fangs at the man who wanted my other half. Never.
Something tugged at my mind, the sensation unfamiliar and, at this point, unwanted.
The man. He lived deep inside, stuffed so far down, he couldn’t ever come out again. I was wolf now, and nothing more.
The man was nearly dead. But that was okay, because I didn’t need him to protect her, my female. If she would just shift, she would get better.
I turned my back on the man, ignoring his pleas, and nosed my female.
Shift.
I tried to force the suggestion into her mind, use the pack link, but nothing happened. Our connection was too new. But she knew, surely? That when you hurt, you took fur?
Shift!
I tried again, forcing all my will and intention into the communication.
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