( …continued)
Dante ran… crossed the border… straight into the open woods.
Branches whipped against his arms, leaves slapped his face, the earth trembled beneath every desperate, pounding step. He felt more than heard his own ragged breaths…tearing, uneven.
But none of it compared to the agony ripping through his body.
His bones jerked again…violently. Quite unnatural for a reigning Alpha.
An Alpha transforms like blinking an eye… it's smoother than breathing and definitely much easier.
But with Dante at the moment, it was starting to feel worse than his first transformation.
Dante stumbled.
"What… the hell… is happening…" he gasped between clenched teeth.
His spine arched on its own. It was more like a violent seizure that forced a snarl out of him. He fell to one knee, fingers clawing at the soil as his vision blurred with too much pain.
This felt wrong…it was wrong.
This was all so wrong.
