~Storme~ For the first time in a long while, I allowed my wolf overpower my other side. For weeks I’d been keeping her caged, swallowing back the urges that rose whenever Marcellus’s voice grated or Theo’s scent burned in the air. Now, standing at the edge of the royal woods, I let the cage door swing open.Grace stood a respectful pace behind me, eyes downcast. “I’ll hold these,” she said softly, reaching for my robe.I untied the sash and handed it over, baring my skin to the brisk breeze. “Stay here,” I murmured. My voice shook a little with anticipation.“Yes, Your Highness.”I closed my eyes and let the shift come. It rolled over me like liquid fire. Bones elongating, muscles rearranging, skin pricking as silver fur erupted. For a moment there was pain, and then freedom. When I opened my eyes again, the world was brighter, and sharper.I was my wolf; the large silver she-wolf whose coat glinted like stars in the moonlight. Grace’s breath caugh
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