Pain.
That's all she felt as she ran away from her burning village. Away from her Friends, her pack, her family.
Her Mate.
Her wolf was unresponsive, still processing the sudden rip of the matebond. She couldn't keep running forever, not while she was badly injured and possibly still being hunted.
Oh god! She was going to die.
No…. She was going to FIGHT!
Closing her eyes, she ignored the destruction of her pack, the screaming and crying, the thick smell of smoke and blood and connected with her wolf.
Her body snapped and twisted, as if wanting to shift but refusing,
Her wolf wanted to die alongside her mate but she wanted to live.
For her friends and family!
For her Mate!
She growled as her wolf finally complied and her body shifted into a beautiful jet black wolf with a white
