I cannot find my balance. I cannot find myself. My body is caught between forms, suspended in a place that should not exist. My spine arches violently. My breath jerks out in rough broken pieces. My fingernails dig into the dirt so hard the soil splits under them. The ground feels too warm. The air feels too sharp. My wolf claws at the inside of my skin, fighting to take shape.
Adam shifts back mid-movement, just long enough to grab my shoulders. His hands press into my trembling muscles with desperate steadiness. His touch anchors me against the storm inside my chest.
“Stay with me. Listen to my voice.”
His voice is rough from shifting, but the command in it is unmistakable. It runs down my spine like heat. It softens nothing, yet offers everything. I cling to it, as if the sound alone
