Sebastian Thornwood's Point Of View.
The chaos around me was horrible, the screams each and every where, the growls each and every where, the sound of glass shattering each and every where, and the stench of wolfsbane each and every where. I could hear the transformation through the crack of bones and muscles, while losing control as the poison burned through their blood but I barely registered any of it. My focus, my instincts, everything was fixed on her, Emily.
She stood frozen near one of the marble pillars, drenched and trembling. Even from a distance, I could hear the faint hitch in her breath, could see the way her shoulders shook. She looked terrified, small, and far too fragile for this kind of madness and then I saw it. A black werewolf was strolling through the chaos, low to t
