Page 119 of Bitten, Marked, Obsessed

“You don’t save people,” she spits. “You stand in front of them until they leave.”

She throws a wave of Hollowed magic toward me and I barely roll out of the way. The energy strikes the wall behind me—it doesn't explode. Itconsumes, eating away the stone like acid.

Shit.

I can’t beat her like this. Not as I am.

So I stop running.

I rise, spine straightening, something deep in mewaking.

I call the shiftagain—but not just for speed or defense.

Iinvitethe Bolvi inside.

And this time… she answers.

The shift comes fast—faster than ever before. I don’t force it. Iletit happen

My body explodes into light and heat. My form expands—not just in size, but inpresence.The earth rumbles beneath my paws. My coat ripples gold-black. My eyes blaze not like hers—but like my own damn star..

My body stretches, bones pop, fur bursts like lightning through my skin. But this time, it’s not just a shift of form.

It’s a shift ofwill.

I don’t fight the fear. I don’t run from the power. Iownit.

And when I land on all fours, I don’t feel like I’m sharing my body with the wolf.

Iamher.

The Alpha.

The Bolvi.

The storm.

Adora freezes.

Iroar—not just a battle cry, but acommand.

Stand down.

She flinches. Her body jerks. The energy around her flickers.

For a moment—I see her again.

Her lips part. “Kendall?”

“Fight it,” I growl.

“I can’t…”

“Yes. You can.”

She screams—full and feral—and charges one last time.

But this time, I don’t dodge.

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