Serana could smell the shift in her companion's scent before it even began. The werewolf had been restless all evening, her shoulders tight, fingers twitching against where they lay. A full moon loomed overhead, and though she had learned control, the pull of the beast never ceased to make her skin crawl.

"You don't have to fight it," Serana murmured, watching the woman across from her with sharp, knowing eyes.