19. Wolf Matters

I kept my eyes closed, painting a picture in my mind’s eye of my wolf form, as instructed by Mrs. Krane.

Except, I was having a hard time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't picture my own wolf, except for the ones I’d already seen.

Elijah’s. Or the ghostly wolves I’ve seen roaming the hallways.

Apparently, you’re supposed to conjure your wolf from thought. I had not the faintest clue how I was going to pull this off. I wasn’t precisely the imaginative or creative type, and in this lesson, I was starting to think this was an essential quality to have if you ever wanted to make it as a werewolf.

Elijah, however, had transformed over ten times already within the past hour while he spent the remaining time focused on me, trying to encourage me.

“You know, to turn, you actually need to breathe, Hails.”

I snorted a laugh, opening my eyes to find him grinning at me.

“Breathe,” he nodded. “You don’t want to pass out. You can’t transform if you’re lying on the floor unconscious.”

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