For the first time in my life, I got to feel what it's like to be let go by my wolf—and let me tell you, it hurts just as much as when she takes over. I literally felt my bones changing shape, my muscles and my flesh adjusting to my new structure. This time, I even felt my teeth shrinking in size, like they were burying themselves deeper into my skull, and that particular thing hurt even more than when she came out.
It didn't last more than ten seconds, but by the end, I was on the floor on my knees and elbows, coughing because my windpipes were adjusting to my new size and even my saliva had trouble remembering the way down.
My clothes were torn but still hanging onto my frame, covering the important parts, same as always—which made me wonder, did my clothes remain on the wolf's body as well? I sure hoped not because I bet she'd look ridiculous.
