FAZER LOGINThe private yard felt different that afternoon. It felt smaller and hotter like the air was waiting for something to happen.
Damon did not waste time talking. He just nodded once stepped back and said " shift, no holding back." I looked at him. "You are sure?" He said "I am sure." His voice was steady. His eyes were not. There was something in them like fear but not for himself for me. "If you cannot do it here with me you will not do it when they come." My stomach felt weird. He was right. The scouts were dead. More were coming. The burned mark on their chests was not a warning anymore it was a promise. I took a breath. I nodded. I said "Okay." I stepped into the center of the yard. I closed my eyes. I felt the wolf come out away no waiting, no trying. She was there pushing against my skin like she was waiting for permission. I did not fight her. I let her out. The first change was like a punch to my chest. My bones broke it was loud. It hurt. Not like the time this was real breaking and reforming. The pain was fast and bright I almost screamed. My knees buckled,. I caught myself. My claws dug into the dirt my teeth got sharp my back arched as fur, white fur came out on my skin. The light came out fast. It was not just coming out it was exploding. It was white and hot and bright it hurt with my eyes closed. I felt the magic from my parents break really break. There was one try to stop it then nothing. It was quiet inside me. Then I felt her, my wolf. She was fully me. I opened my eyes. Everything looked different. It was sharper colors were brighter smells were stronger. Damons smell hit me it was like a wave, pine and smoke and sweat and fear and pride and want all mixed together it was strong. I took a step I had four legs, paws, claws in the earth. I was big bigger than I thought. My white fur was shining like snow in the moonlight. My tail was low my ears were forward my eyes were on Damon. He did not move he just looked at me. He was breathing hard his hands were loose. He whispered "Isla." I took another step, another slow, testing. My wolf wanted to run wanted to scream wanted to jump at him and roll in his smell. But I did not I held back. Damon got down on one knee, careful like he was looking at something wild and special. He said "You did it." His voice was rough thick. "You really did it." I put my head down I touched his shoulder with my nose. His hand came up slow and went into my fur. It was warm, solid safe. The bond between us was strong it was not a string it was a river, deep and fast and alive. I felt him, not just the surface, the underneath, the guilt, the fear, the want. I felt it all. I did not hate him for it. I changed back without thinking my bones broke again less painful this time. My fur went away the light was not so bright. I was on my knees in front of him human again naked, sweating, shaking. He caught me before I fell his arms were around me strong steady. He said "You are okay." I nodded against his chest I could not talk my throat was too tight. He pulled back looked at me his hands were on my face his thumbs were on my cheeks. He said "You are beautiful." His voice was broken. "In either form you are beautiful." I laughed, short shaky. "You are crazy." He said "Yes." He put his forehead against mine. ". I am your crazy now." The bond was warm bright strong. I kissed him not angry, not desperate, real slow deep. His hands were, on my back holding me like I might disappear. When we stopped kissing we were both breathing hard he put his forehead against mine again. He said "They are coming." I said "I know." He said "We fight together." I nodded. I said "No more hiding." He said "No more hiding." He helped me stand he put his cloak around me he kept his arm around my shoulders as we walked inside. The pack did not know yet not fully. They would soon. When they saw what I really was when the enemies came out of the shadows we would be ready. Because the wolfless omega was gone. The White Wolf was finally awake.The private yard felt different that afternoon. It felt smaller and hotter like the air was waiting for something to happen.Damon did not waste time talking. He just nodded once stepped back and said " shift, no holding back."I looked at him. "You are sure?"He said "I am sure." His voice was steady. His eyes were not. There was something in them like fear but not for himself for me. "If you cannot do it here with me you will not do it when they come."My stomach felt weird. He was right. The scouts were dead. More were coming. The burned mark on their chests was not a warning anymore it was a promise.I took a breath. I nodded.I said "Okay."I stepped into the center of the yard. I closed my eyes. I felt the wolf come out away no waiting, no trying. She was there pushing against my skin like she was waiting for permission.I did not fight her.I let her out.The first change was like a punch to my chest. My bones broke it was loud. It hurt. Not like the time this was real breaking
The next morning started normal enough. Too normal, maybe. That’s how bad things always sneak up—when everything feels almost okay for once.I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets again. His side of the bed was empty but still warm. I could hear him in the room talking in a low voice to someone—probably Lukas, his second. Pack business. Always pack business.I lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling beams listening to the words I couldn’t quite make out. My palms didn’t hurt much today. The bandages were stained a pink but dry. Healing fast. Too fast. My wolf felt… restless. Not scared. Just alert. Like she smelled rain coming.I dragged myself out of bed. Pulled on yesterday’s clothes—still smelled like sweat and dirt and him. Didn’t bother fixing my hair. What was the point?When I stepped into the room Damon was alone leaning against the table with his arms crossed. He looked up the second I appeared. His eyes scanned me head to toe like he’s checking for wounds I hadn’t told hi
The whispers did not stay quiet for long.By the middle of the day the pack house was filled with people talking about me. Every time I walked by people would look at me. They would glance at me when they thought I was not looking. They would stare at me when they thought I was looking. The people who worked in the kitchens the omegas, kept their heads down. I could tell they were talking about me. The warriors who were training stopped what they were doing to watch me walk by. Even the elders, who usually acted like they were too important to care about gossip looked at me for a little long when I walked by the great hall.I felt like I was being watched all the time. It was like someone was poking me with needles.Damon felt it too. I could tell because his shoulders were tight all morning and he kept looking around the rooms before we went in. He also kept his hand near my back not touching me but close enough to push me behind him if something bad happened.We practiced fighting
I woke up way before the sun came up. The room was still really dark no moonlight, a weird gray light coming through the curtains. It was like this light was too afraid to be. Damon was sleeping next to me lying on his back one arm thrown out like he owned the bed. His chest was going up and down slowly. His face looked softer not like the guy who had been treating me badly for ten years.I did not move at first. I just lay there staring at the ceiling feeling his body heat on my side. The mattress was dipping under his weight like it was made for him. My wolf was inside me feeling happy and sleepy like a cat. This made me want to punch something. Because feeling happy is not safe. When I feel happy I let my guard down.. I learned the hard way what happens when I do that. People get hurt or leave me.My hands were hurting under the bandages. It was a pain but I could ignore it. I moved my fingers anyway. The cuts were already healing, faster than they should. I guess my wolf healing w
The yard felt all of a sudden. It was like the fences were closing in on us Damon and me. Damon let go of me. His arms just dropped to his sides. It looked like it hurt him to stop touching me. His hands were shaking a little like he did not know what to do with them if they were not on me.I took a step back so I could breathe without tasting his mouth. My lips were swollen and sore like someone had hit me. My whole body was buzzing, like I had touched a wire. It felt of good which was really annoying. I did not like that I liked it. I hated Damon for making me feel that way.He cleared his throat loud in the quiet like he was embarrassed. He ran a hand through his hair making it stick up more. "Again " he said, his voice still rough. "Try to shift push harder this time do not stop when it hurts."I almost laughed in his face. "You think I stopped because I was bored?" I asked him. Damon looked at me. I saw something dark and messy in his eyes. "I think you are still holding back " h
This stupid skinny stripe of sunlight snuck through the curtains and fucking punched me right in the eyes. I let out this sad, whiny groan thing and flopped over like a dead fish on the lumpy piece-of-shit cot Damon had basically hurled into the corner last night. “Protection,” he’d grunted, like that was supposed to make it normal, but he’d stood there way too damn long, arms crossed, staring while I yanked the blanket up over my chest like it was armor. His eyes were so dark and stuck on me. Like if he looked away I’d disappear into thin air… or like if he stayed one more second he might do something really stupid he couldn’t undo. Now even a couple feet of space between us felt ridiculous and painful, like someone had threaded fishing line under my ribs and kept giving it these lazy, mean little tugs every time he breathed too far away. I hated how much I noticed.I dragged myself sitting up, heel of my hand smearing sleep crust and probably last night’s mascara across my cheek







