The professor's intense gaze remained fixed on me as if trying to fathom the depths of my experience.
I wondered if he had a wolf himself. Was there any part of my history he could relate to?
He leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but probing, "Shana, how do you feel after the shift?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to put into words all the profound changes I had felt and endured.
My gaze shifted to Lucas, seeking his encouragement. His hand immediately found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a comforting gesture that reminded me he didn't view me as a monster.
He squeezed my hand as if urging me to speak.
"I... I feel different," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's hard to explain. There's a strength, a power that surges through me. But it's also a f
