Emily's pov
White.
White snowy fur.
My throat burned, my skin tickling.
I clench the earth, looking back at Maya.
I didn't think I'd be finally shifting into my wolf when I was in danger.
I always thought I'd have Bryson by my side, coaxing me that everything was going to be okay.
I thought I'd be feeling free when I finally shift into her.
"Never seen a wolf with white fur." Maya said nastily, glaring at my arm.
"I think I change my mind on this being a fair fight." She grumble, her feet crunching up the leaves under every step she took as she stormed toward me.
I leapt into action, rising to my feet to get away from her.
But of course, she reaches me before I could and tosses me into a nearby tree.
My back hit the bark and I snarled, feeling my canines pushing out of my gums.
