The heat radiating from the monster’s snout didn’t feel like life; it felt like a furnace burning down a house.
Jane kept her palm flat against the blood-matted fur. She didn’t blink. She didn't breathe. Above them, in the reinforced glass viewing galleries, hundreds of pack elites stood frozen. A dropped microphone somewhere on the concrete floor whined with a high, piercing feedback loop.
Beneath her hand, the Sovereign trembled.
It wasn't a vibration of rage. It was the violent, agonizing shudder of a mind trying to claw its way back into a human skull.
The shift began with a sickening c***k.
Jane didn’t look away. She watched the anatomical horror of it, the way the massive, lethal anatomy of the feral wolf broke apart to reconstruct the man. Spines snapped and realigned. Muscle f
