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I try my absolute best to pay attention and not be distracted by the sight of their broad chests and chiseled abs.

“Which means you have her strength, her speed, her hearing, her sight…and her healing capabilities. Just in case you spring your ankle or dislocate a bone.”

I swallow hard, knowing I might hurt myself at some point since I’m new at this.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself,” Sinth says.

“Thank you, that’s refreshing.”

“No, that’s delusional,” Wayne objects. “It’s like getting in the water and expecting not to get wet.”

“Wayne,” Chris calls softly. “You’re not helping.”

“What? I’m just trying to prepare her for the worst.” He spreads out his arms. “When I went on my first run as a wolf, I lost control, ran into an oak tree, and almost fractured my skull.”

“Hmm. That explains a lot,” Sinth teased, hinting at the accident being the reason for Wayne’s irrational behavior.

“Zip it, Sinth—that’s a childhood trauma right there,” he shoots back.

I laugh. “Hopefully, I’m not gonna fracture my skull.”

“I never said I fractured my skull; I said I almost fractured my skull. There’s a difference.”

“We hear you,” Chris chuckles.

Sinth steps forward and looks at me. “I know you’re nervous. But I need you to trust us. Can you do that?”

I nod.

“We’ll teach you how to shift properly so you’ll see the territories the way we see them. Not from a saddle. From the ground.” His voice is so soothing that I can feel my anxiety slowly dissipating into thin air.

“That’s cute, master Sinth,” Wayne says. “Now step aside and let the cutie call out her wolf.”

He does. He steps aside, casting an encouraging look at me. “You’ve got this.”

I close my eyes and draw a deep breath.

It takes longer than I expected, trying to coax my wolf forward the way she came so easily that day on the rocks and in the palace halls.

“Come on, c’mon, c’mon,” I murmur under my breath, eyes squeezed tightly.

She resists, refusing to come out for some reason. I feel awkward and exposed standing there waiting for something to happen.

“It’s not working,” I say, frustrated.

“Maybe she’s shy,” Wayne teases.

It might have been a joke, but it’s not far from the truth. She really might be shy.

“Stop forcing it. Let her come to you instead of the other way around,” Chris says, rolling his neck and shifting mid-sentence. His white-furred form is massive, and his ice-colored eyes stare at me under the morning light.

I close my eyes again and try again.

I think of the clearing in my mind, the silver grass, her voice offering to carry me the rest of the way that night on the rocks.

Come on, I think, quieter this time. Don’t fail me now.

Warmth floods through me, and my body folds down into something smaller, four-legged and unfamiliar.