‘Shift, Ash.’ I urge my wolf in panic hearing her whimper, knowing there was still a chance I would be trapped by whatever she was but I stood more chance of running than she did right now.
That familiar surge washes over me as those ripples of something between discomfort and exhileration of the shift take over me. My body altering, as Ash’s fur recedes. Those footsteps sound like they are close, but my focus now is getting away.
Once I have full control, and now the shift is complete I feel a crippling, sharp shock of pain from where my foot, too is caught within the undergrowth. Shifting had not freed me as I had hoped. I place my hand there, as I reposition myself to see what it was I was caught upon. The difference between me and my wolf, was my hands. With them, I should be able t
