Aria's/Lysara's POV

Dorian tossed me a jacket he had strapped to his leg. It seemed to be what he had planned to wear after transforming. He seemed to think I needed it most right now. Well, I sure did.

It was shredded at the sleeves from being ferried past the sharp branches of the trees, but better than nothing.

I caught it with my canine, trapping it in my mouth. I turned around, crawling on all fours into the safety of the trees.

I transformed, my bones snapping with effort, ...