Chapter 46
Lenora
I flinch and close my eyes as Cameron tries to shift.
The fur sprouts—dark, thick, powerful—and then the claws. But the sound it makes, gods, it's painful. It's not the smooth, effortless transformation I'm used to seeing. It's like his body is at war with itself. Bones strain, skin ripples, muscle jerks under the pressure of something ancient trying to wake up.
Right now, he looks like what he said the first time—some kind of horror movie wolfman. Big, twisted, half-shifted, stuck between forms. His eyes are still human but burning brighter, a strange gold flickering in the edges. His teeth are a little too sharp. The fur's only on parts of him. His breathing is labored.
Then, with a frustrated growl, he gives up.
The fur disappears, sucked back beneath his skin. The claws retreat. He collapses backwards onto the sand, glaring at the sky like it personally offended him.
