D O M I N I C
My bones cracked in a familiar painful rhythm as my body contorted, my skin stretching and tearing as fur burst through.
I fell to my hands and knees, a raw howl tearing from my throat as my face elongated, my jaw snapping as it reformed. The world shifted, my senses sharpening, the smells of the forest, of damp earth and decaying leaves, flooding my senses.
It was a brutal, messy transformation, a violent surrender to the beast within. It's been years of practice, but it was never easy. It was a constant battle, a struggle to maintain control over the wolf that lived inside me. But tonight, I didn't want to fight it. I welcomed the pain, the raw, primal power that surged through my veins.
I needed to run.
I burst through the back door of the pack house, my powerful leg
