Alexander's POV
The moment the battle began, it was like a dam had burst. The rogues charged at us, wild and vicious, their snarls cutting through the air like the clash of swords. I barely had time to think before I shifted into my wolf form, muscles stretching, fur bristling. Strength surged through me, and my senses sharpened as I locked onto Principal McCarthy, now a massive, black wolf. His transformation was almost complete, his once composed human form now a dark, twisted version of itself. The aura of authority he used to have was gone, replaced by something much darker and more sinister.
I glanced at Khloe beside me. She was in her sleek white wolf form maintaining beauty and snarling voraciously. She looked fierce and unyielding, standing tall against the tide of rogues. Despit
