Once the witches were gone I fought my wolf for control. It took a long time and I knew it meant I had been wolf too long. So once I was in charge I started the change.
Whimpering and clenching my jaw to keep from making any more noise I took the pain and used it to force the wolf even further down.
It wouldn’t have worked so well for most werewolves who tend to become more wolf when hurt, but that’s because most werewolves are dominant. I’m submissive.
Which means pain tends to bring my human to the fore.
Not that my wolf isn’t more dangerous or doesn’t hate the pain and feel a need to defend itself, but it doesn’t have the same desire to fight that dominants have.
So it let me have control and I finished my change and panted until my skin stopped feeling like it was on fire.
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