Lisa’s POV

My throat was tight, like I’d swallowed glass. I couldn’t move, not really, not when that weight pressed the men down. It wasn’t mine, wasn’t me, and still it was here—thick, suffocating.

Heri pressed closer, her fur brushing my leg, trembling. Then—crack. Her bones started snapping again, sharp, awful sounds. I gasped, stepping back.

“Wha—Heri, wait—”

Her small wolf form twisted, stretched, and within seconds she was back. A little girl again, kneeling in the dirt, hair a mess, sweat sticking to her temples. She was breathing hard, clutching her chest.

Her eyes—confused. Too confused.

She looked around, wild, blinking like she’d just woken up. Her gaze darted...