The moment her scream fades, something inside me breaks loose. My wolf does not wait for permission. He tears through me, taking control with a force I have never felt. My body shifts before I can think. Bones crack, muscles stretch, vision floods with gold. The world changes shape around me.
I hit the ground in full wolf form and run.
The forest becomes a blur of shadows and cold light. Branches snap against my fur. Roots tear under my claws. The wind slams past my ears so fast it feels like fire.
But nothing is fast enough.
Not when she is out there, dragged by something that should not exist. Taken by something that looked at her like she was made for it. My wolf howls inside me, a raw, feral sound of rage and fear twisted together.
The feather tied to a strip of leather around my
