Wolves move fast, covering in a few hours what would take horses days.
One wolf was about to blow her biggest secret wide open in front of six soldiers before noon. What a way to come out.
It was the last thing Guinevere promised her mother before she died. But if her mother were here, she would tell her to shift. Lunaris needed their princess to step up and she was going to.
Six wolves watched.
Her heart was pounding.
This was more stressful than killing demons. The psychology was fucked.
You take too long.
Her wolf was unimpressed and ripped out of Guinevere in a flash of white light. It hurt like a motherfucker. More than it had yesterday when she shifted. To be expected. Lashes, bruises, and a battle will do that to you.
The flash faded. Six jaws would have hit the floor if jaws worked that way in wolf form. Instead, six tails went dead still.
White fur. Molten eyes. Glowing. Surprise, motherfuckers.
