The sight before them was worse than any of their nightmares combined.
Worse than the horror stories they had heard growing up.
Hadeon was no longer a wolfless man, but he wasn’t a werewolf either.
He was something more. Something even werewolves should fear.
Unlike the pure-blooded, naturally born werewolves, which were larger than their earthly ancestors, with fur and eyes that matched their human features, this creature was an infringement of all that was natural. A grotesque fusion of man and beast, sculpted not by the purity of nature but by the cold, uncaring hands of science to assault magic.
His muscular frame stood on its hind legs, human-like, covered in dark, coarse fur that rippled with power and highlighted the definitions of all his muscles. His teeth, sharp and men
