Emma Pov

　　"Roar, Emma," the voice commands again, and this time I obey.

　　From deep within me, right from the core of my being, a roar begins to form. My paralyzed body starts to feel the vibration, the movements returning.

　　As I see Charlotte being taken farther away, an immense strength takes over my body, and I transform.

　　The roar shatters the spell-like it's breaking a room full of glass. The sound shakes the ground and sends visible sound waves toward the witch and the man carrying Charlotte. The three of them fall to the ground from the impact of my roar.

　　I noticed that my body was like Matthew's when my father appeared in the wolf pack. I realize I've grown taller, and as I look down, I see my legs twisted and wolf-like, my clothes torn in places, and my shoulders broadened. I feel my ears stretch and my arms become covered with thicker fur.

　　Lycan! I've transformed into a Lycan!

　　"Charlotte! Go after her!" the lupine voice orders, this time even more urgent, and I obey without question.

　　I run with a speed far faster than Accalia has ever managed. Within seconds, I reach the man and the witch. Charlotte is lying on the ground, unconscious, which fills me with even more adrenaline, my heart pounding in my chest.

　　The man points a Glock 32 at me and fires. The bullets pierce my skin, and I feel the pain of the impact, but it doesn't harm me; the sensation is like a bee sting. I stumble backward, but it's from the impact, not the pain.

　　I feel my body working to expel the bullets from my chest. The man keeps firing until the clip is empty. I smile wickedly at him, and with an animalistic leap, I tear into his jugular. Blood sprays everywhere, the taste sweet, metallic, a mix of triumph and revenge.

　　I devour the entire neck of the guy until nothing is left. My animalistic side is heightened, yet I'm fully aware of everything I'm doing. I am in control, not Accalia.

　　The witch casts another spell at me. An electric sphere hits me in the back while I'm still feasting on the death of the bastard who took Charlotte.

　　My body spins quickly, and I run wolf-like toward the witch who tries to flee. I growl and roar at her, my veins pulsing with volcanic fury.

　　I feel like a predator hunting its prey, allowing the witch to think she can escape me. I toy with her, cornering her among the dead trees and elevated rocks of the mountain.

　　The witch throws another spell at me, a wolfsbane aromatic bomb. The smell irritates my nose, but that's all it does. The paralytic effect on my wolf side doesn't occur.

　　"Impossible," the witch mutters in fear, and I only smile wickedly at her, showing my bloodied fangs.

　　The old witch trips and falls to the ground, her legs trying to get up, but her terror outweighs her motor coordination. Another roar forms within me, and when I release it towards the witch, I also attack her with my claws.

　　My claws' cuts are clean and precise, slicing the witch from shoulder to hip. Blood gushes, and I relish it, every drop a symphony of vengeance.

　　"More, more blood…" the new wolf demands, and I can't disagree with her. There's still more blood for us; I can smell it in the air, intoxicating and sweet.

　　I run back to where Charlotte is. The little wolf is still unconscious, and I revert to my normal form to pick her up. My lupine hearing catches the sound of the little wolf's heartbeat, bringing a wave of relief. I carry her back to the pickup truck, noticing that the battle between Faylen and Jordan has moved farther from the car. Brunno remains unconscious too, and I lay Charlotte beside Brunno, ensuring both are safe.

　　"Faylen. Jordan! Where are you?" I question through the mindlink.

　　"Near the cliff. We're struggling to hold them off, Alpha Emma!" Faylen responds, her voice trembling through the mental connection.

　　"I'm coming to find you!" I declare, my determination unwavering.

　　"Blood!" my new wolf growls inside me, eager for more combat.

　　I start running, and with each firm step on the dirt ground, I feel the transformation happening. My human legs become Lycan legs, the sensation both crushing and liberating. My animalistic side becomes more evident, more pronounced. I smell each warrior, along with the unmistakable scents of Faylen and Jordan.

　　Gunfire sounds catch my attention, and when I reach the cliff, I find my friends. Jordan remains transformed into a werewolf, and Faylen holds a semi-automatic weapon. Neither is at an advantage, trying to shield themselves among the tree trunks while four warriors advance with guns.

　　I run towards the warriors, the first one unaware of my presence. His scream is satisfying for me and my new wolf.

　　"Emma!" Faylen screams my name, but I don't turn to look at her.

　　I'm focused on the second armed warrior, now entirely aimed at me. He fires in my direction, screaming desperately as I rush towards him.

　　I grab him by the collar, my claws tearing through his shirt and his skin. His scream is now pained, and it amuses me.

　　Jordan and Faylen finish off the other two warriors who had tried to flee. My two friends look at me with wide eyes, both impressed.

　　"You're a Lycan?" Jordan asks, stunned. "Damn, that's cool."

　　I gradually return to my normal form, adrenaline still coursing through my veins, the tension of the battle still vibrating in my muscles.

　　"Survivors, tie them up and put them in the pickup. The witch is a few meters from the car; bring her too," I order firmly. Faylen and Jordan nod in agreement and begin searching among the warriors, those who are still alive.

　　I walk to the pickup truck, the taste of blood still in my mouth, and I spit out what was mixing with my saliva.

　　"Who are you?" I question the new wolf inside me.

　　I've never been able to transform into a Lycan before. What's happening to me?