Tessa Yeager Transformers Novels & Stories

“Crude, but persistent. I admit, I underestimated her attachment to you. Running rogue code in my temples—for you. How romantic.” Kael fired another burst, dropping the last of the first‑wave drones. “Door, Lys,” he said. “Ignore the ghost.” “That ‘ghost’ can still fry us,” Tessa said, ducking as a backup drone dropped from the ceiling. “You’re damaging infrastructure you don’t understand,” Elara said. “Killing assets who might have served you. All to protect a man who bought you like a gun and is now trying to pretend that makes him noble.” Kael went very still at that.

A black SUV rolled up the drive. Tessa stepped out. She looked different… thinner, sharper, eyes hollowed by rage and desperation. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun. She wore a tailored black coat, red lipstick like a warning. She carried a slim leather folder. Stopped ten feet from the steps. The family stared. Blindsided. Tessa lifted her chin. Looked straight at Ophelia. “I’m here for what’s mine,” she said. Her voice was cold. Controlled. But cracking at the edges.

Seems to me she’s slacking. Seems to me humans have no more wisdom worth collecting, Tessa retorts. Good point. When we get to the orchard, Tessa decides my were form is a bit intimidating. Which I can see. I wind up giving her the were catalyst with my human form. I’m still picking dog hair out of my teeth while her transformation takes place, but I don’t think it takes ten minutes for her eyes to clear. Then her coat thickens. And pretty soon she’s got the zoomies all over the orchard like a pup, her ears back and her tongue lolling happily.

she said, not looking away from Thomas. “Thomas. A vampire elder.” “Who is this girl with the flaxen hair?” Thomas said. Tessa nearly swooned. “I’m thinking she’s your mate,” Xavier said. “Her name is Tessa.” Thea had started a group therapy thing years ago. She used her magic to feel into traumatized brains while the therapist was leading the therapy. She’d calm the traumatized areas and boost the happy, confident, feeling-safe areas.

He wiggled his brows at me, and I flushed, but a smile tugged at my lips. “Where are you going?” “My lab,” he casually said, and I wondered if I should satisfy my curiosity or just keep moving. “So, little Gamma destroyer, how are you?” I blinked. “Little what?” He grinned. “Gamma destroyer? Or is Susan Feller more apt?” I snorted at the last one and slapped a hand over my mouth. “Just Tessa is fine, thanks.” “Really? Just Tessa? Not Tess the destroyer? The wolf tamer? The omega warrior?”

I asked. “If your friend doesn't have a cock, she is more than welcome.” “I’m positive she doesn't,” I laughed. “You might actually know her—Leah, my Omega attendant.” “Oh yeah! Leah is lovely. Absolutely bring her along.” Tessa was a high-ranking Gamma female raised in the palace, yet she didn't possess an ounce of hostility or arrogance toward lower-rank she-wolves. Back in the Glowing Moon pack, there was absolutely no way a Gamma would ever willingly associate with a low-rank Omega. Tessa’s egalitarian attitude was surprisingly refreshing and incredibly warm.

“You never learn.” “Tessa!” His voice this time sounded like a howl, an animalistic roar. Tessa's eyes widened when she realized what was happening. Darius was transforming to his wolf before her and she was no match for him, coupled with the fact that she had no control over her powers and she couldn't risk him finding out about it now. Just yet.

He wants to be the one to finish it, to come back with a story for the others. I ignore him for now, sweep the rest of the faces. Tessa, my left hand, stands with her arms crossed, jaw set. Her hair’s tied tight, eyes blacker than the tree line. She’s never questioned an order in her life, but I see the way her fingers flex, measuring the distance to the forest’s shadow. She wants it over, wants blood on the snow so she can relax. She’s reliable that way. “Wren Cade,” I say. The name hangs in the air, fogs, then vanishes. “Turned last night. First transformation tonight.”

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Confused, I clutch at the comforter, gripping the fabric so tightly my knuckles ache, as if holding on might somehow steady me. “Someone tried to have me killed,” Lyra says, and that’s enough to snap my attention back. “If you hadn’t been there, I could have died. But when you defended me, you were bitten. The saliva took hold. I’m so sorry. You were infected, Tess. You’re transforming.” “Bitten?” I ask as panic surges through my chest like a tidal wave. “And what do you mean by transforming?” Suddenly, something deep inside me cracks wide open, and the memories come crashing in, sharp and relentless.