Lucian clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to rein in the shift. His jaw tightened, his sharp teeth elongating slightly as he let out a guttural growl. The air in the room felt heavier, charged with an almost suffocating energy. His breathing grew harsher, his muscles rippling under his skin as his body began to morph.
“Get... out,” he managed to growl through clenched teeth, his voice distorted by the growing presence of his wolf. “... leave.”
But Isla couldn’t move. Her feet felt rooted to the ground as she watched his transformation, equal parts terrified and transfixed. She had always known Lucian’s wolf was powerful, but seeing it begin to emerge before her eyes was overwhelming. The room seemed to shrink, the tension thick enough to choke on.
Lucia
