Nicholas was dying, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I held him tightly as he writhed in agony, the Lycan extract tearing through his veins like fire.
William and Chanelle knelt beside me, their faces etched with desperation. William placed a firm hand on Nicholas’s shoulder.
“Don’t you dare die, Nicholas! Do you hear me?” he shouted, his voice cracking.
Time slowed as I watched Nicholas struggle, his body betraying him under the unbearable pain. His claws raked deep into the dirt, his back arching violently as the sickening sound of snapping bones filled the air.
I gripped his shoulder tighter, feeling utterly powerless as his head snapped back and a strangled cry tore from his lips. His sharp canines burst forth, sweat streaming down his pale face as veins bulged and pul
