POV: Alpha Ethan Walker
The transition was violent, a jagged explosion of heat and bone-snapping force. I didn't just shift; I surrendered to the shadow. My human form vanished, replaced by the towering, midnight-black frame of Fenrir. My fur was the color of a starless void, my eyes glowing with a cold, predatory silver that mirrored the moon above.
Run, Fenrir snarled in the back of my mind, his voice a guttural vibration that rattled my ribcage. The home is under siege. The blood is calling for its protector.
I didn't need a second command. I surged away from the mountain palace, my massive paws tearing chunks out of the earth as I pushed my speed into the impossible. I was a streak of shadow moving through the moonlit pines, a phantom of teeth and fur. Behind me, the mental link to
