Lynn's POV
The moment before Charles's knife reached Logan, my soul SCREAMED.
NO. Not like this. I won't let him die. I WON'T—
Power surged through me. Not from outside. From within. From somewhere deep in my core that had been locked away my entire life.
I felt it break free.
Energy flooded my body—hot and cold simultaneously, burning through my veins like liquid fire.
My bones CRACKED. The sound was deafening, echoing in my skull. Pain lanced through every joint as they broke and reformed. My spine arched, vertebrae popping and realigning.
My dress tore, fabric shredding as my body expanded. Muscles rippled beneath my skin, growing, strengthening. My hands stretched, fingers lengthening into something that wasn't human anymore.
Claws. White claws that gleamed like polished bone.
