The foyer was a testament to the sheer, primal power of an enraged Alpha. As the suppression field collapsed, Damien’s transition completed with a terrifying, wet crunch of snapping bone and muscle.
He didn't just return; he exploded into his full form—a shadow of obsidian fur and lethal muscle that stood nearly seven feet tall.
The mercenaries who had been closing in on him recoiled, their boots sliding on the blood-slicked marble as they scrambled to bring their weapons back to bear.
Damien didn't give them the chance. He was a blurred arc of violence, his jaws closing over the barrel of one mercenary's rifle, snapping the hardened alloy like a dry twig.
He swiped a massive paw, sending another attacker flying into the main staircase, the force of the blow turning the reinforced vi
