Ian:
"Ian, stop," he ordered, but I could not.
My wolf was pushing forward. My bones were cracking. My hands had turned into fists.
My breathing had become shallow, and I began to groan and grunt.
The lurkers jumped again, trying to reach me. This time I tackled two of them at once.
They were strong, but not stronger than me like this.
My claws ripped through one of their sleeves, and the other stumbled back.
One of them tried to stab my neck, but I ducked and swung my arm, sending him into a shelf full of papers.
At that moment, I realized I was not only going back to the academy.
I had to inform the others about what was truly happening too.
I pushed another lurker aside and sprinted toward the stairs.
My legs shifted mid-leap, and by the time I reached the top step, I had fully transitioned.
My father shouted my name and ran after me, worried that I would expose myself to the others.
I did not stop.
I burst through the doors and reached the front entrance.
