I slammed my locker shut harder than I intended. My hands were shaking, my chest tight, and every nerve in my circuit, about the tournament coming up. And worse… about my own curse.

I was furious at myself, at my luck, and at the way life seemed to pile everything on me at once. I can't even assess my wolf whenever I want to. I tried so many times to shift, but nothing was working for me. And the racing tournament wasn’t one where I could falter for even a second.

I tried to shake ...