Nikolai

My vision tunneled to a pinprick of red. Instinct devoured reason. The clinic, my men, the stakes—all dissolved. There was only the pain, the failure, and the all-consuming need to destroy the source of it.

I shifted mid-roar. Bones cracked and reformed, skin split as my Lycan tore free in his full, monstrous glory. Massive. Fur black as a void. Violence given shape.

“Bind him!” Igor’s shout was distant, meaningless.

Silver chains flew. Atlas looped one around a foreleg, ...