The hours until moonrise felt both endless and too short.

I forced myself to eat the meal Zane prepared. protein-rich stew designed to give my body fuel for what was coming.

I tried to rest. Sleep wouldn't come.

My mind kept circling back to the same questions.

What would my wolf form look like?

Would it be silver, like the light inside me?

Or would it reflect the shadow power too, that red flicker that I'd been carefully avoiding?

The pain.

Zane had compared it to every bone in my body breaking and reforming.

Was that hyperbole, or literal truth?

I suspected it was literal.

"Aurelia."

Zane's voice pulled me...