Shifting into my beast—my Lycan form—I felt the familiar power ripple through my limbs. My bones cracked, reshaping with brutal precision. Thick fur sprouted over my skin, my muscles expanded, and my senses sharpened like blades honed for war. This wasn’t just transformation. It was a return to instinct, to rawness, to the core of who I was.
But I had to be discreet. Even though the bond between Selene and me was already beginning to stir—tugging at my soul like a thread pulling tight—I couldn’t let my brothers know what I was doing.
And of course, just as my paws met the earth and I took my first silent step into the forest—
‘Where are you?’
Lycaon’s voice cut through the mind-link, sharp and demanding. ‘I need to talk to you. It’s about Loki.’
Of course it was.
His tone left no roo
