Third Person pov :
The Nursery of the Silver Moon Estate was no longer a place of warmth; it had become a tomb of shattered hopes.
The wind howled through the melted window, throwing freezing rain onto the floor, but the cold outside was nothing compared to the absolute, suffocating ice inside the room.
"RRAAAARRRGGHH!"
A roar so loud, so filled with pure, unadulterated agony tore through the Estate. It was the sound of a beast whose heart had just been ripped from its chest.
Killian didn't even bother taking the stairs. He lunged toward the melted window and threw his body out into the stormy night. Mid-air, his human skin ripped apart, replaced by thick fur. He hit the muddy ground outside not as a man, but as a massive, terrifyingly feral Wolf.
Caspian and Lucian were only a
