The sudden crackling sound tore through the air, a jarring disruption in the otherwise still room. Nikolai's heart raced as his eyes widened in disbelief, fixated on the scene unfolding before him. Isabella, his dear friend and pack mate, was caught in the throes of unimaginable pain. Her agonizing howls echoed off the walls, a haunting symphony of suffering that pierced his very soul.
For the first time in their shared existence, Isabella was undergoing the harrowing process of shifting. The transformation, often spoken of in hushed tones, was reserved for werewolves of a certain age—typically around 13 or 14 years. It was a rite of passage, a milestone that marked their journey into a new realm of power and identity. But this... this was different. Isabella's form contorted as if her ve
