It hits like lightning.
Power explodes through Heidi's veins, brighter than anything she's ever felt. She feels taller, stronger as her senses sharpen at once; the dampness of moss in the corner, the musk of wolves lingering in the hall, the faint crackle of bulbs outside the window… all are vividly loud and bright to her. The entire world tilts, expanding, and breathing with her.
And gods… It's intoxicating.
Her laugh turns into a half-growl and cry as she tilts her head back. Every inch of her feels too small for what's inside her, like her body is a cage about to split open. She should be afraid, but instead, she's drunk on it.
"This is only the beginning," her wolf purrs. "Get ready to hunt."
It is agony and ecstasy crumpled into one.
The moment Heidi surrenders to the ache, her body ceases to be her own. Her bones splinter and crack like glass under pressure, and yet it feels right, like her very marrow has been waiting all this time to break free of its cage.
