She thought of Hades.
She thought of their pups, safe inside her, depending on her to survive.
She thought of her gammas, fighting and dying around her, trusting her to lead them.
And something inside her shifted, again
Her body convulsed, muscles spasming violently, and she felt herself growing. Not slowly, not gradually—suddenly. Her frame expanded, her limbs lengthening, her mass increasing by a quarter in the span of seconds. The pain was excruciating, her bones creaking and reshaping, her muscles tearing and rebuilding, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. When the transformation finished, she was massive—larger than any wolf on the battlefield, larger even than the Prime Ferals, a towering behemoth of fur and fury.
The battlefield seemed to pause for a moment, every eye turning toward her.
And for the first time, Felicia looked *scared*.
She turned toward Malrik, her voice rising above the din of battle. "My lord! The vampires! Deploy them now!"
