A good run for three years, if one could call it that, now Belladonna sat with her back to the wall, her eyes in the bed containing emptiness.
She will never share it with him again, never feel his warm touch and comforting embrace, never really know what it feels like to have a true mate.
In the dark she sobbed with her hands on her face, barely able to hold the tears back but flinched when a growing claw pricked the bridge of her eye.
She took her hands away and watched them widen, grunted as her body ached and grew, it was more frustrating now than anything, she didn't even mind about being dead in the middle of a city, they can find her for all she cared.
Bella grunted as the pain set in, she erected a leg when twisting sideways and kicked the bed to slide over the room.
Getting on her hands and knees panting and grunting she arched her back as her tail popped and riveted out of her lower spine.
