Sera's Point of View
Two more days passed in a blur of rest and recovery.
My wolf's presence had settled into something constant and comforting—a companion I'd been missing my entire life without knowing it. She was quieter now, letting me process everything at my own pace, but I could feel her there. Always there.
'You're stronger now,' she'd told me that morning. 'The transformation is complete. You're whole.'
Whole. The word felt strange. Foreign. Like trying on clothes that didn't quite fit yet.
But she was right. My body felt different—stronger, more coordinated. My senses were sharper. I could hear conversations from rooms away, smell things I'd never noticed before, feel the pulse of pack bonds humming just beneath my consciousness.
I was a real wolf now. Complete.
Except for
