Isabella's POV
"Tammie, why is Jensen shifting so young?!" My voice was raw, desperate, as I clutched Jensen’s trembling body against me. His skin burned beneath my fingers; his small frame wracked with spasms as his bones began to crack.
Tammie was in distress as well; she knew our pup was in pain and wanted to do anything to ease it. "I... I don't know. I mean, he is supposed to be the next werewolf king, but why is he shifting so young?"
"He started speaking with his wolf, but it took us years before we had our first shift," I mumbled.
"We need to take him outside," Jared said.
I had no idea where he had come from, but he was trying to comfort our son through the pain.
"I'll carry him; please move," I said as I tried to scootch Jensen in my arms, but Jared gently pushed me awa
