Kael's POV
The night was quiet, but my chest was anything but.
I stood in the garden of the estate, the numerous lights brightening the great expanse of lawn.
The others lingered close, tense, their eyes on her. Eira. Just as tense as me.
She was, kneeling on the ground helplessly, pale in the moonlight, her breaths coming shallow and fast. I had known this would be brutal for her—her shift was delayed for far too long. A wolf caged in human flesh is like a storm trapped in a glass jar; when it finally breaks free, it destroys everything in its way.
I went to her, while others stayed behind to not scare her or she might run away again.
I knelt next to her carefully. "Eira, I know it's painful, but don't resist it. It's your wolf coming out and soon it will be fine."
In response, a light pained cry tore through her mouth, the sweat had drenched her skin entirely, the veins on her body popped out as if ready to burst any moment.
