Chapter Eight

Chapter 8:

Silver Moon Rising

The transformation didn't hurt.

That was the first difference I noticed. Where werewolves' bodies broke and reformed with sickening cracks and howls of pain, mine simply... shifted. Like water changing shape, natural as breathing.

One moment I stood on two legs. The next, silver fur rippled across my skin, my bones elongated, and I dropped to all fours. But unlike the werewolves surrounding me, I maintained perfect control, perfect awareness.

I was both human and wolf, neither and both.

The six werewolves backed away, their earlier confidence evaporating. Even in their wolf forms, they looked small compared to what I'd become. Where they stood perhaps four feet at the shoulder, I towered at nearly six. Where their fur was brown or black or grey, mine was pure silver, seeming to glow with its own light.

"Stand down," Zephyr commanded, though he hadn't shifted yet. His voice carried alpha authority, but it rolled off me like rain.

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