POV: Ryker

The howl is still echoing through the compound when she moves.

One second she is standing in the middle of the room in her white form, bright enough to make the walls look darker than they are. The next second she is gone. She does not wait for permission. She does not look at any of us. Her wolf turns toward the door and runs because that is what fifteen years of being sealed will do. The moment the door finally opens, you run.

I am already shifting before the thought fully forms. My clothes tear as the change takes me. The fracture still sits heavy in my...