She's shifting, Ragnar growled.
I ran faster.
The scent of blood reached me first, followed by the unmistakable smell of silver and something ancient that made my wolf lower his head.
I burst into a clearing and stopped dead.
Vespera stood at its center, although the woman I knew was no longer entirely there.
Her clothes lay torn around her, and silver light spiraled across the ground beneath her feet. Her body convulsed as her bones rearranged, while a low, powerful growl rose from her chest.
I started toward her, but Ragnar slammed against my control.
Wait.
The light erupted.
For one blinding second, the entire clearing disappeared beneath a violet glow, and the force of it sent me skidding backward through the grass.
Then the light began to fade.
A wolf stood where Vespera ha
