The Last Spirit Wolf by Elena Norwood Novel Full Episode

Chapter 84

-Veta-

I always heard that the first shift to a beast form is incredibly painful. How, much like growing pains, we intuitively try to fight it as much as we can because our b*dy does not yet understand that it isn’t dying, it’s only changing. Some people spend days, weeks, with this pain before inevitably giving in to it and shifting. After it’s over, it is said to be the most liberating feeling of all.

I have no time to think about any of this too deeply. It is indeed excruciating pain as I can feel my every bone breaking under the pressure of the shift, but instead of shying away from it, I welcome it.

Placing Noah’s head gently on the floor, I crawl a few paces away from him. I’ve never shifted before so I’m not sure how this will go, I just know I can’t afford to hurt him further.

I feel my spine elongate and curve, my arms bulk up and fur begins to explode from underneath my skin. My jaw starts to break and elongate as well, making it perhaps the most painful part. It is a pain that I feel in my every nerve ending.

It feels like hours before it’s over, but in reality, the transition probably took less than a minute.

“What the fu ck?” Alistair says, stepping back a few paces.

When I open my eyes, my vision is the sharpest it has ever been, it’s almost as if every movement around me is in slow motion. I have never shifted to my wolf form, so I am not sure how I’m supposed to handle this; but I remember something Sofia told me a long time ago, to just let my wolf guide me through it.

1 snarl furiously at Alistair, my full set of teeth showing menacingly. He keeps retreating and I step gently over Noah, protectively. I turn my face to him and he’s looking at me with a gentle smile on his face. He’s looking very pale, I know I have to make quick work of these two to get him help. I lick his face rea ssuringly before I step past him and turn to Alistair once again.

“You… your eyes,” he says, “are you seeing this?!” He yells at the witch.

I can still feel her standing there, looking at me.

It’s weird, but in this form, it’s as if my connection to the forest is permanent, I no longer have to concentrate on it to get its feedback; its readily available for me at any moment. I also feel like my magic is freely flowing through me now; small, electric shocks steadily coursing through me.

I launch towards Alistair and he quickly shifts to his lycan form, dodging my attack.

I launch again but this time, I falsify my step, making him believe I will go left and instead go right, grabbing him with the full force of my jaw by his shoulder. I forcefully separate from him using my hind legs before he can react. I feel a chunk of his shoulder detach from his arm as I ripped it off with my teeth. He falls to his knees in an attempt to swing his claws at me.

Alistair was already tired and severely injured bp Noah coming into this fight; so was until I switched to my wolf form and before I was fueled by pure rage after seeing Noah injured.

I take advantage of his shock to go after him again, my ear twitching in the direction of the witch who is trying to use the same spell she used on Noah on me,

“Mortem! She yells, “mortem, mortem, mortem!” She repeats desperately, her slender finger slightly trembling.

As much as I’d like to take my time to dismember Alistair and make him pay for everything he’s done, I have to think of Noah first.

I take a big leap so that I come over him, standing behind him. I attack him from behind, sinking my teeth into his nape. He screams and claws at me, trying to get me off of him. As it is, he can only use one arm against me since the other one is too wounded from my earlier attack. I feel him actually puncture my skin deeply, drawing blood, but I don’t care about the pain… not anymore.

I bite down harder on his n*eck, until I feel him go limp against my grasp. Once that’s over, I turn my full attention to the witch. I growl and snarl at her, stalking her as she’s taking slow steps backwards.

“It can’t be, you can’t be real!” she says in disbelief.

I can feel Alistair’s blood dripping from my snout as I grow!.

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The witch is visibly shaking

She quickly turns around, attempting to escape. She has no chance to outrun me; not in my human form much less in my wolf form, but she still tries.

I don’t have time for this.

Stay still, I think to myself, and she actually freezes in place, mid step.

Interesting.

I reach her just seconds later, circling her slowly to look her in the eye.

Her eyes are wide and panicky, I can see beads of sweat forming in her forehead.

“Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything. I gave Alistair everything he wanted, imagine what I can do for you,” she pleads.

I growl at her.

“No no! Please! You have magic, I can see as much. I can take you to my mistress, she can teach you!”

My ear twitches.

“You’d like that, right? She’s the best! She’s our Witch Mother and you… you’re a spirit wolf, right? You’ll be her absolute favorite!”

I quickly shift into my human form. I’m n*ked, covered in blood and grime, but I need for her to look me in the eye.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think your kind was real,” she says, a little more relaxed now that I’m in my human form.

She misinterprets my intentions.

“I wanted you to be able to look into my eyes as I did this…” I say.

“Did wh

She gasps as I punch my hand through her chest and reach her heart, squeezing it slowly as I take it out. I see the life drain out of her eyes and she falls to the ground. The heart beats a few times before it completely stops. When it does, I crush it.

Turning back to my wolf form, I run towards Noah, pas sing the witch’s and Alistair’s bodies that now lay on the ground, lifeless.

I reach him, and even with my wolf hearing I can barely pick up his breathing; it’s slowing down. His eyes are closed and he looks ghostly white. He’s lost too much blood.

I start licking his face frantically, but he’s unresponsive.

Despair and agony grips my heart and my wolf lifts her head up to the sky and starts howling. The sound can be heard for miles and miles; it’s the only hope Noah has of getting back to the castle to be treated.

The warriors that had come with us are either injured or dead, and I can’t carry him back.

She howls and howls, until after a few minutes, we hear furious footsteps coming our way.

Even from here, I can smell that it is Lucas approaching us.

When he’s close enough, along with the other lycans he’s brought with him, he stops when he sees me and changes to his human form.

“Vera?!”

I shift.

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“Lucas,” I’m sobbing, “he doesn’t have much time! Take him!”

He doesn’t even think, he shifts and scoops up Noah carefully in his arms, bolting towards the castle followed closely behind by his companions as guards,

I sink to my knees, putting my face on my hands and crying into them uncontrollably.