The transformation was excruciating.
Lyra had thought regaining her wolf would be the hardest part, but controlling the shift was proving to be even more difficult. Her body trembled violently as the raw energy coursed through her veins, her bones resisting the change.
Every nerve screamed in protest, fire spreading across her limbs as she fought to return to her human form.
Elder Myra stood before her, calm and unwavering, despite the turbulence raging within Lyra.
"You're fighting it too much," Elder Myra murmured, her sharp eyes locked onto Lyra's trembling form. "You need to let go. Stop fearing your power."
Fear.
Lyra let out a growl, low and defiant. She wasn't afraid—was she?
A clawed paw slammed into the ground as she dug into the earth beneath her, panting. She could feel it now, the surge of something far greater than just her wolf—something older, deeper.
