The last time my wolf took over that easily without my consent was during my first shift. I was ten then, and it had hurt like hell. Never before had I felt so helplessan animal had literally possessed me and my body was no longer my own. I did not like the feeling, so I spent all these years learning how to control him, and I became good at reining him in. Until now. When I saw the bruises on my Diana's arm, my body was no longer my own. I fought to control my wolf, but he could not be stoppedsomeone he considered close and loyal had hurt his mate. He rose to the surface, and my own consciousness was letting him take over. Control became a thing of the past. Diana had seen it. She saw that my wolf had taken over and had taken steps to rectify it. But my wolf was cunning. He knew his m
