Finally, Trevor collapsed to the ground, arms pinned by Clyde and Aiden. Blood streamed down his face as he weakly snapped at the pair, but whatever fight he had left vanished the minute the back door swung open again. Mrs. Lowell came striding out at an uncomfortably slow pace, each step causing a gradual change to her body. Her hair lightened beneath the moon’s light, growing into wild curls that soon overtook her body and ran down her spine. Nails delicately hardened into claws, hanging by ...