Anastasia pov

　　I see Ethan fall, his body writhing as he struggles to complete the transformation. Each second is torment, his face alternating between human and wolf, an internal struggle reflected in every line of pain etched on his expression. His once determined eyes now clouded with primal agony, sweat beading, muscles uncontrollably trembling. The howl that escapes his lips is both a war cry and a lament of suffering. Rowan doesn't give him time to recover, advancing ...