Chapter 11: Power of Persuasion
Micah tightened his grip on Rory’s arm, ignoring the panic radiating from her. Heat erupted where their skin touched.
“Micah, what’s wrong?” Rory asked.
The transformation ceremonies to become a Shifter were lengthy and intricate, requiring a level of tradition only the elders in the packs knew about. Even if people survived bites, they didn’t become Shifters without the permission of a pack, yet Rory was becoming one.
If he didn’t do something, Rory Shift without assistance, without training. She would become a Rogue Shifter, one who had no control over her power. She would be a danger to herself, to the entire city. He couldn’t let her out of his sight.
He had no choice but to use his persuasion power.
He could feel the energy building in his chest, the vibration of the power that came with being a Shifter–the power the pacts in New York were banned from using. But he didn’t care, not now.
“Micah,” she said, pulling back on his grip. “Let me go.”