Kristen
I did try. I closed my eyes. I called to my wolf. I squeezed my muscles tight like I could force my bones to rearrange and hair to sprout from my skin, but still… I just remained, Kristen the very human woman. I gave Ezra’s wolf a pained look and shrugged helplessly. “Maybe my wolf is broken.”
Maybe she wasn’t strong enough to come out because I was only half-werewolf. Or maybe the mysterious years of wolfsbane poisoning had weakened her beyond the ability to shift. I smelled ozone again, and with another snap-crackle-and pop. This time I saw it a bit more clearly, the impossible reshaping of hairy limbs into smooth skin and powerful muscles. I began to understand why we had removed our clothes before the shift.
Ezra the man reappeared, his eyes dark and intense.
Funny, it was
