With the continued rise of the full moon, his sense of smell grew more intense, enabling the beast to envision what happened at a location based solely on the odors present there. It wasn’t just the physical scents, like sweat, but also those generated by emotions, primarily fear and anger.
Stepping forward, hatred, frustration, and rage filled his nostrils all at once, creating a clear image before his eyes. The red tears streaming down her face, the claws slicing through her hands, and especially the voices and glances directed at her—all played out like a live show right in front of him.
The actions continued, but with the meager drops of blood almost disappearing from the ground and his eyes, his rage reached a new peak. With an even more terrifying roar, the beast became almost blin
