My scream rips out of me before I feel my lungs move. It breaks through the chamber like a blade through glass. The walls tremble. The air shatters. The Heart of the Moon convulses under the force of the sound.
Adam’s feet hang lifeless above the ground. His eyes are dulling. His claws slip against the creature’s wrist. All the strength in him strains for breath that will not come.
I scream again.
This one is worse.
It is not human.
It is every part of my wolf and my magic and my terror tearing free at once.
My wolf erupts from my body, no longer a flicker or a half shape. She bursts out fully formed in a flash of silver. Her fury burns so bright she blinds the chamber for a heartbeat. She separates from me entirely, a creature of pure light and instinct, standing at my side like she
