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I asked sheepishly. "Is that all you wanted to know? Go ahead, and ask all your questions. I promise I will answer them honestly" "You promise?" "Promise, just ask away" And that was all I needed to flood my questions gate "Can someone turn into a wolf? If yes, then how do you have to be bitten or killed by another wolf? And are you allergic to anything? Like maybe silver, mercury, or salt? And... " And in between my question train was when I noticed that huge smirk on his face.

“Everyone keeps saying it worked but I don’t feel any different. Why can’t I turn into her? I’ve been trying to.” All three dire wolves looked alarmed. “Trying to? Well, I’m bloody glad you failed! We need to observe you carefully. You can’t just turn all of a sudden underground for your first shift! It could cause serious harm to yourself and others around you.” Golran said. Feyre still looked confused, the frown ever present on her face, but she nodded slowly as if taking in his warning. “So when can I turn?” “At the next full moon. You’ll probably need a big enough trigger to kick-start your change and the full moon can provide that. We’ll also have some of our Pack Elders around, so they

"Darn! We cannot fight them in this form. Transform now!" Aware of the imminent threat, Lily's heart raced, her mind shifting gears as she focused on her own inner strength. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she embraced the power within, willing her body to undergo the transformation. Within seconds, her human form began to shift, muscles stretching and bones rearranging as she assumed her wolf form.

Before she could say more Tristan whistled to let everyone know the class was about to start. “Welcome everyone. You are here today because you will turn 21 this year. At the age of 21 everyone is developed enough to transform into wolf form. For some, it will automatically happen on their birthday. For others, it takes some more effort. Sometimes exercises like meditation can help to find your inner wolf and on rare occasions, a traumatic event is needed. It can happen that the wolf needs to be triggered because of a traumatic event in the past. But no need to worry about that because only 5 percent of the wolves have problems transforming. Today we will talk about the transformation itself

His hand reaches to tuck a loose strand from my face. “I- Well, the gold eyes. Whenever your wolf’s eyes show, it must mean that your wolf is triggered,” I ask more than I say. I thought that was how it worked. Perhaps I have read too many W*****d stories. “Yeah, something like that. How are you so observant?” he asks, leaning back on the bed. I scoff with a slight smile. Years and years of werewolf stories, alright mate. “I don’t know,” I lie with a shrug. I notice his eyes changing and I shoot closer to him. “See, right there. For what was that?”

He suddenly burst out laughing so hard that he almost ran out of breath. "You actually think Darren is a pet dog? You're killing me!" I looked completely lost. Allie then turned to me with a complicated expression. "Kelsey, have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all, but a wolf? More precisely, a werewolf who can take human form? "In the werewolf world, powerful werewolves take on wolf form when they reach adulthood. They only return to human form after they find their destined mate, under the influence of their partner's scent.

I wanted to try something. According to some of the school books I’ve read, some wolves could control their transformation in stages. It took practice and a deep connection with your wolf, and sometimes, a trigger—emotional or instinctual. I figured I’d start with the fangs. Nothing major. Just...see if I could feel them forming. If I could let Lola take a little more control. “Okay,” I murmured aloud, setting my book aside and sitting up straighter. “Let’s try this.”

I was overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, my wolf brain struggling to comprehend the confinement of the car. Just as I fully embraced my wolf form, I caught a glimpse of Astrid out of the corner of my eye. She was turning, too, her body undergoing a similar transformation. Her eyes flashed towards me, and for an instant, our gazes met: two wolves trapped in this metal box. Her face contorted, her features shifted, and her body elongated into a sleek, silver wolf. I saw the momentary flash of fear in her eyes, the panic of losing control, before her wolf took over and she surrendered to the primal urge.

He glanced at Mikhail, who nodded in agreement. The process of shifting from human to wolf was both magical and primal. It began with a tingling sensation, starting at the spine and spreading outwards. Muscles rippled, bones elongated and rearranged themselves with a series of soft pops and cracks. Skin gave way to fur, a thick, glossy coat that provided warmth and protection. The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark.

The atmosphere around became charged with the promise of challenges and learning as the young werewolves prepared to face their own journeys towards complete transformation. The Beta of the pack distributed wooden logs and instructed us to throw them as far as possible, utilizing the strength of our wolves. While my fellow werewolves demonstrated surprising abilities, my log barely moved 250 meters. I felt frustrated, taking a deep breath to maintain concentration. Amid my attempts, the Alpha made mental contact, guiding me to connect with my wolf to unleash my abilities. It was necessary to allow the wolf to emerge. I closed my eyes, focusing. A wave of energy surged through my body like an