Alpha’s Little Plaything
One by one all his men started to shift.
Draco roared, and in front of my horrified eyes, his body convulsed. His shirt tore apart, skin splitting as thick black fur pushed through. His bones snapped, reshaped, until he stood on four legs — massive, dark, magnificent. His emerald eyes were the only thing familiar.
I stumbled back, shaking, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. My heart thundered painfully in my chest.
Draco.
Draco was a wolf.