**Lynn's POV**

The bracket holding the lower section tears free from the stone with a screech of metal. The pipe swings out, taking me with it.

I'm falling.

Six stories. Wind rushing past. Snow and darkness spinning.

‘SHIFT!' Istha roars.

She explodes through me—not full transformation, but enough. Silver fur erupts across my arms and legs. My muscles surge with supernatural strength. My bones reinforce.

We twist in midair. Land on all fours.

The ...