Alisa
I stare at my reflection, willing myself to shift. I can’t feel the presence of my wolf, the pain of the impending shift. There is just… nothing.
“You have to try,” Derrick says, his voice tinged with irritation.
"Can't you like... make me do it? Like you did last time?"
"Oh. You remember that?"
I grimace and nod. "Vaguely."
“We can't do it that way this time. If I order her to shift, she’ll just push you out of the way again.”
We’ve been standing here for half an hour. I keep hoping that Derrick will give up and that we can get on with our day, but he’s not backing down, and my wolf is not showing up.
“We are not going anywhere until you shift,” he declares as he crosses his arms over his broad chest in that's final kind of way.
“I’m trying!” I protest.
“You’re not. You a
