Estella’s POV
Having your wolf was ten times better than I thought it would be.
It meant a lot less privacy and constant comments on everything I did, but I didn’t care. Being one with Bella felt so good that I spent more time in my wolf form than my human one. My classes and homework now felt stifling compared to the raw exhilaration of shifting, of running with the wind, of hearing her laughter echo in my head. I was getting better, faster—each transformation easier than the last, but she never missed a chance to remind me that we both still had much to learn.
‘You need to train harder, Estella,’ she murmured one evening when I was trying to do my homework for magical history. ‘Your books won’t save us if danger comes again. Strength will. Claws will. Teeth will.’
She was right, of
