Chapter 13
AS DESTINY HAD DONE with Arthur, I wasn’t smothering the person beneath me. Instead, I pressed the same intention into Destiny as I had into Ruth’s belly. “Shift,” I murmured, ignoring her frantic attempts at breaking free.
Arthur was the one who responded first, jolting into humanity as if he’d been flung there. His skin was streaked with scratches, but he grabbed onto Destiny’s front paws with surprising gentleness.
“Hush,” he told her. “You won’t have to go back to the dungeon.”
The gray wolf growled disagreement. His teeth had found Destiny’s jugular, and somehow I knew he was applying more pressure than was strictly necessary.
No, not somehow. I knew because of the magical whatever-it-was pouring from my pelt into the four-legged woelfin underneath it. Her pain was my
