Book 5: Show Her Who You Are

Isaac

I walk right out of the castle, not looking over my shoulder. I pass guards and servants, leaving them in my wake without a word in passing. Am I angry? I can’t really decide. Whatever I feel is new, and I don’t like it at all.

Rejection. That’s what this sinking, curling feeling in my gut must be.

“Where–hey!”

Cassian’s deep voice booms somewhere behind me, but I shove open the doors to the back terrace and begin unbuttoning my shirt, my fingers moving swiftly until I’m able to just rip it off completely and throw the fabric over my shoulder.

“Oh, we’re doing this right now,” Cassian says as he gains ground. I’m already almost to the back wall and the gate leading into the foreboding woods beyond by the time he catches up to me.

“Open it,” I say to the two guards posted at the gate. They heed my command without a second of hesitation, and I’m gone in a flash, nothing but a blur of deep brown fur as the transformation I seek