Isabella's POV
This time, the shift came faster—smoother. His bones reshaped with an eerie fluidity, fur rippling across his body like liquid sunlight. Jensen didn't howl in agony this time; it was as if he knew what to do next. We still heard his bones crack and his whole column rearrange. His mouth turned into a snout; he stopped walking in two, and instead, his arms rearranged into paws.
"That's right, baby, just keep breathing," I cooed.
"You are doing amazing, champ. Don't force it; just let your wolf guide you," Jared added.
"You are strong, son, don't forget that, ever," Liam said.
We were all rooting for Jensen, even though he didn't seem to need them. He was doing amazing, especially at a young age.
Soon, we saw almost his entire body covered in golden fur—yes, golden.
