Her pack, all of them never knowing a moment of peace, never getting a chance to breathe, to just be. Too much has happened, and it never seems to end. She hasn’t thought about that moment in years. She was wolf, on four legs, her tail trembling. When she looked back up at her mother, it was with wolf eyes, sharper, the clarity enough to knock the breath from her chest. A terrible shudder rolled through her, her back arching as her mouth dropped open, fangs sprouting from her gums. Elizabeth Morris screamed and screamed as her nerves lit up, as her muscles stretched, as the bones cracked and broke, cracked and broke, hair sprouting along her arms and legs. When she was on the cusp of her first shift, her mother-a sweet woman with fire in her eyes-held her close, wiping the sweat from her brow as she whispered, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, you’re fine, you’re okay, I’m here.” The pack circled around them, watching, waiting, low whuffs coming from the Alpha, his eyes red, red, red. And then she tries to fight against it, tries to force her humanity to the forefront, the wolf snarling in her bones, a beast struggling to break free. She ignores it-there’s too much work to do, the country is so vast, and Carter could be anywhere-until she can’t. It pulls at her, causing her skin to vibrate. The first full moon after Carter leaves is like knives in her skin. (Spoilers for Wolfsong, Ravensong and Heartsong.
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