CLARE POv:
Then I saw it—his eyes shifting from warm brown to glowing yellow. Slowly, like sunrise burning through fog. And when they were fully golden, I knew just from the way he looked at me… this wasn't Reed anymore.
"Hello, mate," came his voice—but it wasn't his voice. It was deeper, smoother, more composed.
I gave a tiny, awkward, "Hi."
What was I supposed to say? I was literally talking to a wolf in Reed's body. The weird just keeps piling up. Just another day in this supernatural horror-dream I now lived in.
"Forgive my human for his stupidity sometimes," the wolf said smoothly, his tone laced with amusement.
I gave a small nod, trying not to smile. I think… the wolf is more mature than Reed.
"Can I ask your name? Your real name?" he asked gently. "Reed's too chicken to ask himself."
I burst into giggles at that. Hearing a literal wolf spirit call his human a chicken wasn't what I expected this morning.
"Clare," I said after I calmed down, still grinning.
