Two psyches, very different yet completely inseparable, warred within the mind and body of the silver wolf. Leiah was fully human, and in a complete panic over the strange new things her body was doing. The other, on the other hand, was a primal, confident, powerful huntress, and felt completely at home in this new body. A bit inexperienced perhaps, but comfortable. Finally, some peace fell between the two, and Leiah could think clearly; but like a puppet on a string, she felt as though someone else was controlling her body. She could still feel what the massive form was doing, but she wasn't controlling it.<br/><br/>The newness of her wolf psyche showed as she ran through the trees. While her wolf body was fast and strong, neither part of her new exactly how to control it. The impressive plume of a tail that was supposed to help her balance and turn waved wildly, and she didn't have much endurance at the moment. Her heart was pounding, and she often stumbled even if there was nothing to betray her footing. The pads of her massive feet soon began to ache, but fear kept the wolf from stopping.<br/><br/>Then, her newly heightened senses picked up something else approaching, and approaching fast. The wolf instantly recognized the scent of another wolf, earning another spike of terror from Leiah's human consciousness. But this fresh flood of fear would prove her undoing. The wolf lost all focus and stumbled hard, tumbling in to a heap right as the other wolf jumped on top of her. Then there was that harsh, growling voice, and Leiah's wolf responded instantly to the command of an Alpha male. She tried to speak, give voice to the screams and terrified questions that warred in her mind, but all the sound that came out was whimpers and whines. She didn't know how to speak as a wolf yet. Slowly, the calm and confidence of her wolf mind seeped in to her human psyche, allowing her to relax at least slightly. She was still afraid, but it wasn't debilitating.<br/><br/>Her voice came through mentally, not an audible growl like his, a wolf talking to their pack leader.<em>"W-who are you? How do you know my name? Please, please, I don't understand. What's happening to me?"</em>Her 'voice' sounded lower, huskier than her normal tone in his head, and that set off another round of questions. What on earth was going on? This was something out of teen paranormal romance novels, not reality.