In an instant, every shapeshifter transformed into their animal form. I stood frozen on the platform, a few meters away, watching the chaos unfold with terror tightening my chest. My gaze darted to Hadrian, who wore a wicked smile as though he’d been waiting for this moment, as though the werewolves were doing exactly what he wanted.

Malcolm, now a massive red-furred wolf, stood at the forefront, his fiery eyes locked on Hadrian. Fury radiated off him, eclipsing any shred of reason. Hadrian ...