Gavriel blinked a few times. Something was clearly wrong with the Beta Luna of Drakenfell, and he was seriously considering mindlinking Alaric. Unfortunately, his attention kept getting hijacked by the thing she had just said.
Shifting.
Serena was shifting. The ancestors said she would need to on her own. He wanted to be there for her. Supporting her from a safe distance where two Alphas didn't try to kill him. But instead he had been in a coma.
Gavriel turned abruptly. He didn't know when his legs decided that he was going to the training field. But they had, and his brain arrived at that conclusion a second later.
"You probably don't want to watch," Elara added quickly. "Trust me. It takes forever. Tiberon has to command it. It hurts Dexmon and Finnick both so badly it breaks them out of their own shifts. Every time. One of them is bleeding through their nose, sometimes both. The pain transmits through their matebonds and—"
Her eyes went wide.
He looked at her.
