The night was electric as my parents and I chanted a powerful spell, our voices rising through the darkness to protect Zayla and Bella as they began their transformation. Their piercing screams echoed around us, and the sound of cracking bones sent chills racing down my spine. I felt a pang in my heart for my best friend; witnessing her agony tore me apart. If only I could absorb her pain and spare her this torment.
As our chanting reached a crescendo, I turned to Zayla and Bella, who lay panting, hands tightly clasped together. Their faces twisted as magical features formed—horns sprouting rhythmically at the back of Zayla’s head, and then, in a stunning display, her magnificent black wings unfurled! The roar erupted from her throat was primal and powerful, shaking the ground beneath us
