Amara: The Alpha's slave mate
Only that deep breath caught the scent of my mate.
Mixed in amongst the hundreds of smells, of blood and chemicals, I caught it, the smell of warm blood, of my mates’ warm blood. I gasped, barely registering Jenson and the red head walking towards me as my body reacted on its own, shaking with fear and anger and the need to do something I felt the shift starting, my bones vibrated with it and I let go of the control I was holding onto as in the blink of an eye my body transformed, clothes shredding from my body, bones snapping and changing, muscles elongating, skin thickening, fur growing.
In the space of one breath my body had transformed from the slim blonde human to the athletic grey wolf