I’ve traumatized my wolf. It’s the only reason she could formulate for why her wolf had withdrawn. How do I fix it? What do I do? She paced back and forth, eyeing the room for some tool, some useful hint to draw her wolf forth. She knew she needed to fix things, and do it quickly. She had to get her wolf’s head right before Evander claimed them under false pretense. Closing her eyes she attempted to shift. It was the first time since she’d been captured that she’d actually tried, but nothing happened. Dropping to her knees in the middle of the room, she squeezed her eyes tighter and tried to force a shift. She regressed all the way back to her very first teachings. Come on! She imagined her limbs, ears, and nose elongating as her mother had taught her at her very first change. She envisioned hair springing forth as her bones shifted and crunched into new locations, but no surge of power rippled through her, no pain bit, and no change came.
