His body rips apart, bones cracking, sinew stretching.
Thick, dark fur explodes from his skin as muscle triples in size.
Clothes shred and fall away.
His face contorts—elongating into a massive, snarling half-muzzle.
His jaw splits wide, gleaming with fangs.
His arms double in length, ending in claws longer than butcher knives.
Eight feet of snarling, snarled rage.
His golden eyes glow with monstrous power.
Drool drips from his jaws.
A terrifying apex predator—a bipedal Monster Wolf.
And somehow, I’m not afraid.
Because I know what’s inside that beast.
Him.
My Owen.
His heart.His love.His need to protect.
He doesn’t speak.
He roars.
Then charges.
Ghouls swarm the lawn, erupting from tombs and flower beds.Clawed and shrieking, they surge toward me.
But they don’t stand a chance.
Owen tears through them, unstoppable.
Flesh, bone, shadow—it’s all the same to him.
He shreds them like tissue paper.
Blood and ash rain down in his wake.
I don’t waste time.
I run toward Albie—toward the storm of power threatening to break his mind.
The darkness sees me coming.It screams, flooding my head with fear.
You’re nothing.
You’re weak.
You don’t belong.
