For a long moment, I do not know whether I am still breathing. The world spins around me in a haze of silver light and raw instinct. My bones feel too large for my skin. My heartbeat pounds in my ears like a war drum. When I force my eyes open, the clearing tilts sideways.
Half wolf. Half human. My body towers over Adam in a shape that should not exist. Every breath feels foreign, dragged through a throat that is no longer entirely mine. My muscles pull in unfamiliar directions as if two beings are fighting for space beneath my skin. I can feel the weight of my wolf in every inch of me, heavy and undeniable, her instincts rising like a tide that refuses to recede.
Silver fur flickers across my shoulders and arms in pulsing waves, shifting with each breath I take. The light dances over my
