The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. Every werewolf in the Silvermoon camp stood silent and watchful, waiting for what would happen next.
Damien’s clawed fingers tightened around Talon’s throat, his grip ironclad. His crimson eyes burned like embers, his fangs bared in warning.
Talon, despite being on the edge of suffocation, smirked.
“You want my help, Vampire King?” the Alpha rasped, amusement in his voice. “Then fight for it.”
Kara felt it before she saw it—the shift of power in the air, the crackle of something primal.
Talon’s body convulsed, muscles expanding as a deep, guttural growl tore from his chest. His bones cracked and snapped, his skin rippling as his transformation took hold.
Damien released him just in time, stepping back as Talon shifted mid-air, lan
