Big bad wolf

As soon as Harper responded to her, Eleanor felt power rush through her body. Her wolf was really awake, and not like when she had awakened only for a moment when she recognised Henry as their mate. Eleanor toed off her boots as she let her wolf take over, initiating the shift. She did not bother taking off her clothes, and they tore up soon enough as her body shifted. She always felt stronger and more powerful whenever she shifted, but what she felt right then was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was as if she was ten times stronger, and the power coursing through her body was on another level. “Harper?” she muttered, her mind voice laced in uncertainty. It didn’t feel like her wolf. And she wasn’t the only one taking notice. All around her, the fighting hybrids and wolves took notice of her shift. Harper was big, way too big for a she-wolf. And when she howled, a blast of air blast forth, showcasing her powerful aura. It was as if the fighting ceased for a moment as eve