{ "Your inner voice, your instinct, knows everything."}
GENERAL TIGER'S POV
I stood on the ridge, the sea wind lashing through my mane, salt clinging to my tongue. Below me, the beach roared with the battle-born breath of the Rogourau. The frontline burned with shifting bodies and rising flame.
But all I could see was him, Ralph, my mate. He stood at the tide's edge, his chest rising with the rhythm of the earth beneath him. The shift began slowly at first, then suddenly, like lightning catching dry leaves.
His bones cracked in glorious chorus, his back arched, and I watched with hunger only a mate could know as fur bloomed across his skin, silver, and ash. His jaw split wide into a snarling muzzle, eyes glowing gold like twin suns breaking through storm clouds. His roar tore through the battlefield, proud and unyielding.
"I can't fucking believe that he is mine" I whispered to my self.
