Estella’s POV
Dane’s instructions were sharp and precise, just like he expected them to be executed. Instead of annoying me, the command in his voice felt like a hand guiding me through chaos, forcing me to focus.
“Feel the shift,” he kept saying. “Run with her. Move as fast as your wolf. Then merge.”
The first attempts were agony that left me sweating and whimpering on the ground. Dane didn’t rush to help; he let me endure the pain until I dragged myself upright on my own two feet again. Only then did he rest a steady hand on my back and ask quietly, “You all right?”
“I’m fine,” I rasped. “Again.”
I could feel his approval as his palm pressed firmer into my spine. “Again. Faster this time.”
So I tried again and again until shifting between forms became as easy as breathing. The pain
