THE LAST PACK
Her jaw clenched as a shudder ran through her, and I could almost hear her heartbeat thundering in the silence.
Then it happened. The transformation took her, her bones shifting and lengthening, skin flowering into white fur that shimmered in the dark. Her arms twisted and furred as her hands curled into paws, claws unsheathing. Her back arched, and she trembled, a guttural gasp breaking from her throat as the change completed, leaving her panting. She opened her eyes, now impossibly bright and green, and for a heartbeat I saw the raw confusion and wild exhilaration flicker there. She shook herself, fur glimmering, disoriented but radiant, standing taller and prouder as a wolf.
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