Roland’s growl shook the air. He swung his arm at Caius, but Caius slipped aside with ease.

Roland no longer looked human. His body was twisted, incomplete—something caught between a werewolf and a nightmare. My stomach turned at the sight of him.

How did this happen?

I had never seen a creature like that before, and the sheer wrongness of it made my skin crawl.

Mary clutched my arm as we both stared, frozen, while Caius fought against him.

“Have you seen such a thing?” I ...