CHAPTER 18 Call of the Wild

Andrea's senses heightened as she stepped into the dense jungle, the moon casting eerie shadows among the towering trees. The air was thick with the scent of earth and vegetation, and the sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the night. As the transformation took hold, her muscles rippled beneath her skin, her bones shifting and elongating with a primal strength. Fur sprouted across her body, her senses sharpening to a razor's edge. With a low growl, she embraced the wildness coursing through her veins. Her movements became fluid and graceful as she prowled through the underbrush, her keen eyes scanning the darkness for prey. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her, her instincts driving her forward with single-minded determination. The jungle seemed to come alive around her, the scent of prey tantalizingly close. With a burst of speed, she sprinted through the foliage, her powerful legs carrying her effortlessly over fallen log