Lawrence’s POV

As Clement hovered over me, syringe in hand, my body struck the ground with force. Like a predator relishing his triumph, he smiled. The syringe's contents pulsed like a heartbeat and shone dimly.

"Do you sense it?" Clement's voice was brimming with satisfaction as he scoffed. "Lawrence, that's your wolf slipping away." Without him, you are nothing at all.

Despite my best efforts, my limbs felt like lead. It felt like molten lava running through my veins, and the burning was ...