Kelly Thompson POV

The whispering shadows of the forest tightened around me, each rustle and snap of a twig setting my nerves alight. I pressed onwards, Elara's words etched into my mind, guiding my every step. The boundaries of Alpha Biansky's territory were close now; I could feel the hostile energy pulsing from the ground beneath my paws.

A low growl rumbled through the underbrush, sending a shiver down my spine. My transformation into Shelly had been swift, a necessity to traverse the ...