The Rejected Luna
It’s as if they have no choice but to catch me; I don’t understand how they would come this far just to get me.
I am panting heavily, desperately gulping in as much air as I can. My legs give out, and in the next moment, I shift into my wolf form. My body is unusually large for a wolf, unruly and gigantic in a way that seems reserved for alphas. Alpha Scott is only slightly larger than me. This immense form is a blessing from the Moon Goddess, and it seems she cares little that I am merely a Beta. She bestowed such a powerful body upon me, regardless.