Chapter 17: After Death

I did not decide to shift.

My wolf came up through my spine, and the room went white at the edges.

Fur ran over my arms and my face lengthened, and I stood on the bed on four paws with a dead man under me.

I lowered my head to his shoulder.

I bit him, hard, through the skin above the collarbone, and my blood ran into the wound from a cut in my own tongue.

I felt his body jerk under my teeth.

Nothing.

I bit down again and held on, and I pushed everything I had into the bite.

Every pill I hadn't taken, six years of sleep, the white wolf that had been waiting in me since I was born.

His chest heaved.

I let go and watched his ribs lift on a gasp that sounded like tearing cloth.

The black vein at his temple went grey and then thinned out, and the colour came back into his mouth.

I shifted back with a shudder and crouched naked on the bed with blood on my chin.

His eyes opened.

They were gold, bright and clear, and they found my face.

"You bit me," he said.

"You were dead."

"I know. I heard you counting."

I started to cry, and I hated it.

He sat up, slowly, and pulled me against him with both arms.

His skin was warm.

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