Carlie, get ready. Good? Go.

I snarled, lips twitching under his hand, and in the next moment, I gathered all the strength possible to me and rose, staggering under the boy’s muscular weight. Jason snarled as Mack let go, and Mack just smirked, and in the next moment a large black wolf stood next to me, crouching down and staring at Jason with the coldest eyes I’ve ever seen. He hadn’t had to go through the pain, the horrible sensation that I had to? Why?

Because that wasn’t my first Shift, Carlie. Yours was your first. The first is always the most painful. Get ready.

I didn’t move, Jason staring Mack down, me looking between them. Suddenly Mack moved. Carlie. Follow! He shouted, and I did as ordered. Two pairs of racing paw-steps, skidding across polished floors, flying down the stairs, doing thier best to outpace the two— no, three sets of footsteps chasing. Then it was five steps chasing. Mack led and I followed, like a dance. Mack led the way to the back door, a large dog door was set in it.