BLOODBOUND: THE LAST MATE
Then, slowly, the creature’s form began to change.
The fur that covered its body rippled unnaturally, like shadows sliding across water. The bones beneath the skin seemed to stretch and rearrange with disturbing ease, and the sound of cracking echoed through the trees—not painful cracking, but controlled, deliberate transformation, like the creature had done this a thousand times and found it entertaining.
Lena let out a sharp gasp behind me. My heartbeat quickened, but I refused to step back. The wolf rose.
Its body elongated, straightening, twisting, becoming taller, leaner, more human-like, until the beast stood upright on two legs, and in the pale light that filtered through the branches