When he’s done laughing at me, he wipes his eyes and asks, “What mushrooms?” My wolf surges at the same time I drop the reins. Our switches flip simultaneously, and we go off. She barrels through my skin, embodying me, and I welcome her, let her wiry strength join the fury seething in my veins. My spine snaps. My limbs realign. The sizzle of ozone fills the cab. I can taste his face already. Killian startles, eyes widening in alarm. “What the fuck? No. Shift back. We’re in a fucking vehicle.” But I’m the wolf, and she doesn’t recognize his authority.
