Briar’s POV
I watched Damien and Elena through blurred vision as waves of agony crashed over me. Every bone in my body felt like it was shattering and rebuilding itself from the inside out.
The pain was beyond anything I had ever imagined possible. I had endured plenty of suffering in my life, but this was a torment that made everything else seem trivial.
Screams tore from my throat when I could manage them, but most of the time the pain left me doubled over and gasping for air that wouldn’t come.
Asher dropped to the ground beside me and pulled me against him, his arms wrapping around my trembling body. His skin felt surprisingly cool against my burning flesh.
Through the haze of pain, I glimpsed Damien and Elena standing directly in front of us. But above their heads, the full moon blazed down like a spotlight, casting everything in silver light.
Elena knelt down near me, though she kept her distance. Her eyes held a gentleness I had never seen before as she studied my face.
"Stop fighting it. Let yourself surrender to what’s happening."
Her voice was soft, almost soothing.
I wasn’t fighting anything. What was she even talking about?
"I don’t understand," I managed to gasp between clenched teeth.
"Try to breathe through it. The first transformation is always the most brutal," Elena said quietly.
Another scream ripped from my chest as something fundamental shifted inside me. The change felt like my very essence was being rewired.
Asher suddenly jerked away from me, and I turned to look at him in confusion. I tried to push myself up to standing, but my body felt completely foreign.
When I attempted to walk toward Asher, my legs wobbled beneath me like I was learning to walk all over again.
Elena rose to her feet, and suddenly everyone seemed to tower over me. Even Asher looked impossibly tall from where I stood.
I glanced down at myself and froze. My hands and feet had vanished, replaced by paws covered in black and white fur. I stumbled backward in shock.
"I’m a wolf. I’m actually a wolf," the thought screamed through my mind.
"Yes, you are," Elena’s voice responded clearly.
But her lips hadn’t moved. I stared at her in confusion.
"What just happened?" I asked aloud.
"We’re communicating through the pack bond. Mind linking. It’s possible because you technically never stopped being part of our pack," Elena explained.
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