Amara screamed my name the second the Blood witch guards began to shoot, but I was no longer Victoria. I was Rowan.
The shifting happened much faster than it ever had before. It was amazing to not feel the pain of the transformation like I used to. I felt revived—brand new and enhanced in my wolf's body. I saw everything in clear detail, smelled even the fear in the guards' bodies. Spicy. My wolf liked that smell a lot. She was a beast, one eager for the action, and the bullets never reached us. They stopped and fell to the floor a couple inches before touching us. The spell stones were still working.
Rowan took a single second to assess the situation. Ten guards in front of us—only one door.
Then she jumped forward and didn't look back.
