The sound of his spine breaking was wet. Heavy. It sounded like a butcher’s cleaver hitting an oak block.
Jane didn't step back. She stood frozen on the rooftop, the freezing wind whipping her severe black hair around her face, watching the bespoke Tom Ford suit shred into expensive ribbons.
Michael didn't roar. That was the most terrifying part. Ryan roared when he shifted, a loud, posturing demand for attention. Michael just came apart in dead, suffocating silence. His skin split. Muscle density tripled in a microsecond, snapping bones and re-fusing them into the massive, unnatural architecture of the Sovereign beast. Pitch-black fur erupted from the gore of his shifting body.
When he finally stood on all fours, he was a nightmare of shadow and muscle, his shoulders cresting higher th
