ELENA
Shifting was always strange. Like being peeled apart and stitched back together, breathless and brimming with something ancient.
And then I was Nox.
The world changed. Light fractured sharper. Sounds layered in ways the human ear could never catch. I could hear Derek’s heartbeat hammering in his chest. Smell the metallic tang of Logan’s tension like a storm waiting to snap.
I planted myself between them, paws spread, hackles raised, and snarled.
Nox’s snarl wasn’t just sound—it was a command. It rang out like thunder. A threat. A warning. A promise.
Erebus hesitated. Ares stiffened.
They didn’t move, but they didn’t back down either.
So I bit them both.
Quick snaps—one to each of their forelegs. Enough to sting. Enough to bleed. Enough to remind them that whatever grudges th
