Silas’s P.O.V
The other wolf’s form was an impressive sight to behold. I could already tell it was a female from the way it carried itself.
Her sleek fur was black as coal, glistening in the moonlight, and her eyes were piercing amber, like two burning suns. Her build was muscular and powerful, showing the strength of a natural-born Alpha, but I could tell she was not as strong as me. As she moved, her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, each step precise and calculated. Her howls were deep and commanding, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them. In short, her wolf form exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura that demanded respect and fear.
But I did not fear her. Why should I?
I let out a low growl as I hunkered down to the ground on all fours, letting the change take o
