He’d only ever known pain like this once before. The first time, he’d survived out of sheer luck. Now, he focused on the threat to Thomas and Amy to weather the transformation. For their sakes, he needed to be strong. He’d failed his father. He would not fail again.
His ragged panting reverberated through his body. The change was complete, but his legs were wobbly from the tremors still wracking through him. Andre braced his front legs against the slope of the ditch and pushed up onto all fours. His stomach heaved. The only way to keep from getting sick was to clamp his jaw shut.