Draco watched as his men fought the 11th pack's wolves. It was wolves versus warrior wolves holding a silver sword. He felt that he had seen the same scenario before.
"It's time for me to stretch as well," Draco cracked his head to the side. A week ago, Bertrando encouraged him to use his wolf in battle since it would be an advantage in the future, but he knew Rosina wanted him to learn how to shift comfortably.
Draco placed his body on all fours while breathing heavily. Even though he had experience with shifting. He wasn't professional at it, but he was confident he could take the pain in the process.
"Ah! Here we go!" Draco cried out before his bones and muscles molded into a new form. It didn't take long before he stood tall among the other wolves around him.
