Alissa's POV
Ethan pried my hands off him and shoved me into the trash bin, slamming the lid shut.
Then, I heard it—the unmistakable sound of bones snapping and reforming as he shifted into his wolf. A deep, guttural growl tore through the air, sending a shiver down my spine and making the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Trapped in the darkness of the trash bin, I could only hear muffled sounds from the outside—wolves snarling, chaotic shouts, and the brutal clash of a fight.
No. I couldn’t just sit here. I had to help Ethan.
But as I looked down at my trembling hands, a wave of helplessness washed over me. I wasn’t like the others. I had never shifted before. Not even once.
Then, the heat came back.
The same scorching heat I had felt earlier when that gray wolf lunged at me—but this
