Just the thought alone made Addison shiver. Even if she dared to share this theory with anyone, who would believe her? It was far easier for others to accept the idea that she was possessed by a succubus than to entertain the notion that a wolf, her wolf, could function that way.
After all, no werewolf, nor their wolves, had ever shown such a mechanism. Their strength came through training, discipline, proper nourishment, and time. There were no shortcuts. Power was earned, not borrowed, let alone stolen from something as intimate and taboo as a man's vitality.
The very idea sounded insane.
Some might accuse her of making excuses, of blaming her wolf just to avoid accepting the terrifying possibility that she was already possessed by a demon. And if they believed that… the consequences would be severe.
