RISE OF THE SILVER WOLF
Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock.
"What the hell are you?" he breathed.
I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous.
"I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running."
The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid.
"They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”