I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to push her away, but she was everywhere. Her power, her fury, and her presence, filled me until there was nothing left of me.
The sharp sound of clothes tearing filled the room, hot tears poured down my cheeks, and every inch of my body hurt as if I had been broken and remade. My scream turned into a growl, deep and feral.
A large silver-white wolf stood where I had been. Her fur shimmered like fresh snow, untainted, pure. Her claws glinted under the light, sharp and elegant.
The fiery ring in her eyes burned brighter, almost dominating the purplish hue around it.
She moved, slow and deliberate, her eyes locking onto the barrier. A growl rumbled deep in her throat, low and threatening.
Zeir glared daggers at Layla. "Ungrateful child…" he spat out, his eyes blazing.
