“Stop her!” Bellona ordered.
With that command, the lycans by her side, along with the gammas, began to shift.
The c***k of bones, the lengthening of limbs, the tear of skin giving way to fur—within seconds, the sacred clearing was filled with towering, powerful forms, wolves of immense strength and restrained fury, their eyes gleaming with blind obedience.
Helena barely had time to step back before the first roar tore through the air.
“No!” she cried, turning to Milo. “Make them stop!”
But it was too late.
Milo, who had until then stood still with his eyes locked on hers, began to change. His body bent, muscles stretched, and his skin gave way to dark gray fur. The transformation was quick, brutal, and when it ended, what stood before her was no longer an old ally—but Mason’s Beta,
