Tara takes control of her heritage.
In the quiet of the night, Tara made her first shift. She wasn’t quite sure what to do, but her determination overcame her fear. Thinking it might be best to sit on the floor, she took a position in the middle of the room, closed her eyes, and called to her inner wolf.
A feeling of a rising overtook her. She could feel a ripple throughout,somewhat painful, but manageable. She looked at her hand, and it sprouted with hair, more with every passing second. Her jaws opened, elongating. She felt her teeth growing and touched them with her tongue. Her very bones changed. On her knees, she watched her hands transform into large paws. She could feel her legs thinning. The pain grew, and she muffled her moans, concentrating on working through what was happening to her body. Bones popped through her skin, fur covered her once-human form, and she collapsed, giving in to her wolf.
When she regained her senses, she looked around her room. Everything was sharply defined. She reveled in the way her ears turned, sometimes independent of each other. They caught every nuance in the sounds coming from the occupants in the house. She stood, but it took several moments before her legs stabilized.
Walking on four legs instead of two gave Tara a feeling of strength, different from her human form. She moved to the mirror, loving the reflection of the large, red wolf with golden eyes.