AISLYNMy body bows inward first, like something deep inside me is pulling taut, straining against the shell I have worn my entire life. Heat rolls through my veins, thick and molten, and I gasp as my fingernails dig into the dirt beneath me.

The old shaman’s words echo, low and certain “Your wolf has chosen you. And now the real transformation begins.”

A tremor rips through my spine.

Then another.

My vision blurs, edges sharpening, colours brightening into something almost too vivid to ...