But as Charlotte focused, trying to feel it trying to reach that part of herself
Nothing happened.
Her breath hitched.
Panic rose swiftly, tightening around her chest.
She was supposed to shift.
She was supposed to feel her wolf.
But there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Her chest constricted painfully as fear flooded her.
Why wasn't it happening?
What was wrong with her?
All she had ever wanted was to be like everyone else strong… whole… powerful.
Sofía watched from afar, her heart aching at the sight of her daughter's silent struggle. Fernando stepped beside her, his hand coming to rest reassuringly on her shoulder.
"Our daughter is strong," he murmured.
Sofía leaned into him slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his fingers.
Charlotte's spiral of panic was abruptly interrupted
A scent.
It drifted through the air, rich, intoxicating… unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Her breath caught.
