Fang! He was awake. He had recovered.
The wolf's sudden movement caught more than just Tave's attention. Soon, others began approaching, curiosity drawing them in. Oriana and Lily were the first to join him, both settling down beside Tave with cautious interest.
Fang stretched, his limbs stiff at first, and let out a low woof, tired, soft, but present. Tave didn't move toward him, didn't call out again. He knew. The wolf wasn't done yet. Something was still shifting inside.
Honestly, Tave had always had high hopes for Fang. From the moment they bonded, he believed in the beast's potential. This shadow-born creature that had fought and bled beside him.
And now, something was happening.
Fang's body tensed. He lowered his head close to the ground, a growl vibrating through his chest. Not from aggression, but from something deeper. Strain. Pressure.
Pain.
