THE INANIMATE WOLF leapt beneath my fingers like a living animal. It bit my finger, drawing a single droplet of blood.
Intention....
There was no time for intention. My wolf wrenched out of me like b****y vomit. Drumbeats faltered then steadied and sped up.
“Grab the wolf.” If my earlier words had been a croak, this was the caw of a diseased raven. Val somehow understood, but she couldn’t see the animal who’d left me. With eyes that were human only, she blundered wildly around the chamber like a child playing blind man’s bluff.
“I can’t...”
I couldn’t either. And not just because I was no more werewolf than Val was at the moment. No, something was happening to the statue. Something was drawing strength from my legs and blurring my vision....
Then the wolf in my hand exploded. Not int
