Nola Reynolds

I caught the look of surprise that crossed his face when I whizzed past him, feeling my bones snap and elongate as I shifted to land heavily on all fours, tongue lolling.

There was silence behind me before the Lycan gave a horrible, drawn-out howl and I could hear the sounds of bones shifting and snapping into place.

I took the first cut I could find, my eyes better adjusted as a wolf, in the dark cave, yelping in pain when a stalactite brushed too close to my hide.

Why wasn’t he chasing me? I had to find a way out of here!

 I felt the hammer of...