Shift

Iona started walking towards the courtyard and then she broke into a run. At eighteen she should have shifted into her wolf, but she hadn't so far. And when she was running at the moment, she wanted to shift. Her instincts to shift were so strong that her lungs were heaving. Not now, not now… she reminded herself. Her lungs had opened and the cool air around her was filling it. She could feel her bones cracking, skin rippling with fur. She had to shove it down. If she shifted, she was doomed. 

Iona leaned against a pillar in the corridor barely able to register the commotion that was going around her. Her skin was sweating as hell. Her first shift and that too in the presence of Etaya and Seraph. This was going to be painful as hell. Her vision changed and became blurry. Why was it that her senses had heightened to an all new level? She could feel her claws jutting out and fangs lengthening. 

First shift was very painful. She had heard it long back.