Rejected by the lycan king
I felt her beneath my skin, pacing, stretching, whispering to me in pulses of emotion.
Power, she said.
Belonging, she said.
Mine.
Xander noticed the change immediately.
“You’re walking differently,” he muttered as we rode side by side through the thinning forest. “Lighter. Controlled.”
I didn’t reply.
He glanced at me again. “You shifted, didn’t you?”
“Almost,” I said. “Not fully.”
“Good,” he said, but his voice lacked warmth. “Don’t rush it. The first time can break bones.”
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