My wolf protested as Kaelen's Alpha command washed over me. She wanted to run more, to feel the forest floor beneath our paws and breathe in the wild scents of our dreamscape. But Kaelen wasn't having it.
"Shift back, Seraphina," he ordered, his voice deep and resonant.
I felt my wolf's resistance, her defiance bubbling up inside me.
Kaelen's green eyes narrowed dangerously, a primal gleam overtaking them. In one swift motion, he reached down and lifted me by the scruff of my neck—a move so dominant that my wolf immediately went limp.
"I said shift back," he growled, his face inches from my muzzle. "Or have you forgotten who's Alpha here?"
When I still couldn't comply, he gently placed me on the ground, and my wolf instinctively rolled onto her back, exposing our vulnerable belly and throat in submission. The gesture felt foreign yet utterly natural, like a language my body had always known but my mind had forgotten.
