LYRA

I had never felt so frustrated and angry. Drakkar was proving to be more hard-headed than a damn rock.

“Lyra, I think I can go out now. I need to burn some energy because I’m seriously thinking about biting a certain savage’s ass.”

Aztoria suddenly said to me, and honestly, I agreed.

I slipped out of the cave and away from the pack.

Once I was sure no one was following me and there was no danger, I undressed.

Truth is, my clothes were already a mess. I should start thinking about wearing pieces of hide, but they’re too rough and primitive.

I’d deal with that later. Right now, I called the shift.

I closed my eyes and welcomed the pain of releasing my animal side.

Fell to the ground on all fours, my gums swelling and parting for my sharp teeth.

My face stretched into a muzzle, my limbs cracked, each bone and muscle fusing into a new being.

My skin burned as my pores released a thick layer of fur.

I raised my head and Aztoria’s roar echoed through the tall trees.

I dove into my inne