they would be. I lift one and shake it, almost as if I need to convince myself that I can use and control this limb, it's truly connected to my body. My legs are solid, with thick silver-grey fur and all

father a silver yet it's rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or grey ... white is a m

r than my human skull. Staggering on strange legs and fall down flat, splaying out and bumping my undercarriage as I collide with stone. Aware suddenly to the scene around

s draw my eyes back to him and trip over my own uncoordinated self as I try to right myself and get up. It's hard to use my hands as front legs and I instinctively rear backwards to

rds it and I recoil as I realise Colton Santo is standing right by me, watching as I make a spectacle of my

ectly at him, keeping me eyes averted from his and attempt to get to grips with this weird body and focus on learning to use i

h admittedly is impossible as a wolf. We don' have the vocal cords for human talking. It's also p

by all of this and not sure if I am still heavily drugged when in this form, or if this surreal new way to experience everythi

head that does strange things to my stomach. It's hardly a polite response and the tone tells me

towards his father and I flop down to get to grips with everything that I just got hit with. I'm heavy, not sure how to navigate my dog body when

l lead you to your destiny. Pay attention, be alert. You are now on the other side." The Shaman states it loudly and it echoes aro

on for the first time in our lives, as one united pack. No matter who we are, where we are from, whatever our bloodline or our past. Long, soulful with meaning. A sound that echoes around us, through us and is joined

longest yowl comes cascading out of me, until it scratches my throat and makes me breathless, I feel alive. Like I have been holdin

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are pack animals in mentality, I've heard stories of isolated wolves doing fine on their own. That is what I have planned, longed, waited for and I know where I'm heading. Can final

e slump back down and flake out on my belly, sighing as my body tingles and itches with a thousand lit

al is not painful at all. It's fast, almost instant and before I can blink or even get to grips with what is happening, I am nakedl

the nearby Damon, smirking as his eyes devour my nudity and I recoil. Embarrassed, ashamed, at being naked in front of everyone and mad as hell he made sure I would h

ers, like an animal. He is trying to humiliate me, and I move fast to catch it. Shocked when the slightest mov

ed. Another change in me I have to get used to. I grab the blanket and try and crawl backwards while pulling it over me and fall onto my

joying making a show of me and I have no choice but to try and pull the blanket from him once more. My face reddening

feel them on me from all over and I want to sink into the ground and disappear. I yank but the blanket begins to tea