[Wrapped up in Annette’s arms, fighting to breathe through the ugly sobs that rock her entire body despite every effort to keep them inside, Lys can’t help but lean into the embrace—and realizes too late the enormity of that mistake.
Every werewolf could shapeshift at will, from human to beast and back again. But a full moon dragged a transformation out of anyone who hadn’t trained themselves to resist the moon's lunar pull, and so did an emotional overload. More than a temper tantrum, more than a crying jag—a complete loss of self-possession, composure wrecked and ruined as their emotions ran haywire. Like hers were running now, what’s left of her self-control unraveling into tatters the longer that she’s held, comforted. It did something to a werewolf’s shapeshifting; made it erratic and uncontrollable, a supernatural incontinence that rose up and crowded everything else out.
Deep inside, too late to stop, Lys feels something tilting, teetering—and finally toppling over. A bolt of fear rips down her spine as she goes rigid in Annette’s arms, gasping: ]
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Every werewolf could shapeshift at will, from human to beast and back again. But a full moon dragged a transformation out of anyone who hadn’t trained themselves to resist the moon's lunar pull, and so did an emotional overload. More than a temper tantrum, more than a crying jag—a complete loss of self-possession, composure wrecked and ruined as their emotions ran haywire. Like hers were running now, what’s left of her self-control unraveling into tatters the longer that she’s held, comforted. It did something to a werewolf’s shapeshifting; made it erratic and uncontrollable, a supernatural incontinence that rose up and crowded everything else out.
Deep inside, too late to stop, Lys feels something tilting, teetering—and finally toppling over. A bolt of fear rips down her spine as she goes rigid in Annette’s arms, gasping: ]
W-Wait, don’t—