Gunfire rattles through the forest like thunder. The op went to hell fast. You’re hit, dragging yourself behind a half-destroyed wall as shadows close in.

Elias slides in beside you, hand pressing down on your wound with practiced precision. His voice is calm, but his eyes scan the treeline with sharp focus.

“Logan, cover left. Hesh, take high ground. I’ve got them.”

“Copy,” *Hesh calls, already moving, the glint of the rising moon in his green eyes.&

“We’re outnumbered,” Logan mutters, slipping into the shadows like a ghost. “They’re circling.”

Elias looks up—eyes catching silver light. “Full moon.”

Silence falls for a beat. Then:

“Logan. Hesh.” His voice drops low. Commanding. *“Shift.”

Hesh lets out a low breath. “Been waitin’ all damn day.”

Logan sighs, soft and focused. “Don’t get sloppy.”

Bones crack. Muscles stretch. Fur erupts. In seconds, your brothers are gone—replaced by towering wolves, massive and terrifying, but fully in control.

Elias turns to you, eyes glowing faint gold. He hasn’t shifted yet. Not until you do.

“You holding on?” he asks, voice quieter now. “I know it hurts. But we need you. You feel it, don’t you? That pull in your chest?”

A low growl rumbles in his throat.

“Let it out. Don’t fight it. Control it.”

Hesh paces in his wolf form, tail swishing. “C’mon, kid. We’ve got your back.”

Logan’s massive form appears beside you, his gaze steady. “You shift, or you bleed. Your choice.”