Aire let out another broken cry. Her body convulsed.
Alaric's grip tightened around her hand. He could feel his own wolf stirring.
It had been restless since Aire's magic had brought him back. He had tried to ignore it, especially while his body was still recovering.
But now it was impossible.
His wolf was responding to hers.
Alaric looked at Xander, and Nate. "I need to shift." He warned.
Xander glanced at him. "Alaric, you're not fully recovered."
"You've barely regained your strength." Nate added.
His eyes returned to Aire. "She needs to see me." His neck twisted, and quickly returned to normal. "She might need my wolf."
Xander studied him for a moment before nodding. "Then take it slowly."
Alaric released Aire's hand only long enough to shift his position. He moved back a little, giving himself room.
His body began to change.
Unlike Aire's slow painful movements, his transformation was almost quick, and deliberate.
His fingers curled against the rug.
