Ellie POV
Isla shifted without warning.
One heartbeat she was beside me—human, breathing hard, eyes locked on the chaos beyond the wards—and the next her body folded inward, bones cracking and reforming in a blur of motion that made my stomach lurch.
A sleek wolf hit the stone in front of me, dark brown fur already slick with rain, muscles coiled tight with purpose. She didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.
She launched herself forward.
“Isla—no!” I shouted, my voice ripped away by the wind.
She was already gone, a streak of dark motion surging past the wards the instant a gap opened, joining the Silver Fang warriors as if she’d been born for this exact moment.
Pride and terror slammed into me at the same time.
She had promised me. And she was keeping it.
