IRIS
Ronan was smiling, looking at me, his hand resting on my waist while his thumb traced a pattern against my hip. I was crying, touching his face, still trying to believe that this was real. He was back and after everything we had survived, we had finally made it to the other side.
The next moment, his spine arched off the mattress suddenly as if he had been pulled by some invisible force.
"Ronan?" I scrambled upright, my hands reaching for his shoulders. "Ronan, what's happening? What's…" He didn't answer as his jaw locked and I heard his teeth grind together followed by a growl that tore from his throat. His eyes, which had been so clear a moment ago, rolled back until only the whites showed. Then he began to shift. It was not the smooth transformation of a healthy wolf that I was
