80 — JASPER ROOSEVELT (POV)

“Easy, Reddy.” I say with a more provocative tone than she would probably like. Her reason isn't in place, but even her she-wolf doesn't seem to like my little joke that much, since she shows her teeth and approaches me with her red fur raised. And the more she shortens our distance, which I strive to maintain with backward steps, the better I notice how big her wolf really is.

My muscles begin to relocate under my skin, with the blood bubbling through my veins, so fast, so hot, leaving me pure instinct... And I can no longer resist the influence the moon has on me... I give in completely to the wolf that resides inside me.

Quickly, my skin gives way to a fur as black as a starless night, while I lean down, my hands becoming paws even bigger than Scarlett's. She continues to growl while she watches me shift. My nails are becoming claws that slam into the soccer field, digging into the earth.

My spine marks the skin, but soon disappears behind the lon