“She is about to shift! Oh my god! Quick, let’s help her up. There’s enough space outside to shift!” Annabel shouted, immediately Emma fell to the ground and started twisting like an earthworm that had been dumped in a tray of salt.

Amelia immediately moved, keeping Prescott on the center table. She held Emma by one side, whilst Annabel took up the second position by Emma’s other side.

Emma herself kept cursing the gods for putting her in this situation. Who said she wanted to be a wolf? Or that she wanted to save the world?

The pain racking all over her body idled her brain intermittently, so much so...