The commanding roar of my husband was the final anchor holding my fracturing mind together. Under the crushing weight of the labor, I didn't let the primal instinct swallow me whole; instead, I initiated the shift with my absolute, waking consciousness.
The transformation was an exquisite, agonizing symphony.
Inside my womb, the dynamic, filtered cosmic energy clashed violently with the tearing physical reality of six lives forcing their way out.
I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat as my human bones fractured and splintered with a rhythmic, wet crunch, re-shaping into the elegant, powerful frame of my hybrid wolf. My spine lengthened, my skin burning as winter-white and silver fur erupted through my pores, but the human agony didn't vanish—it amplified.
As my wolf body collapsed under the shelter of a massive, protruding boulder at the bottom of the cliff, the sheer weight of the impending birth made my ribs heave.
