The piercing howl of wind blasting my ears cut off under yet another shriek of terror. Anxiety pushed at my limbs, initiating the shift from man to wolf without conscious thought.
Large and majestic in his coat of obsidian black, Jalal raced through the woods, crushing and stomping anything that stood in his way, anything that delayed him from getting to her faster.
By this point, I couldn’t be bothered to tell him to remain calm. It wouldn’t make a difference. Ever since we left the clan grounds and picked up on the she-wolf’s scent, the i***t had seemingly lost the ability to think or understand basic language.
I relinquished control over our body to him and sat in the back of our shared mind, as he raced like a manic about to fall over the deep end. When I threw a rejection in Saira
