Before she could even process the words, her body began to shift, a sharp pain shooting through her as the transformation began.

Her limbs elongated, fur sprouting across her skin as her senses sharpened, her body taking on a new form entirely.

It was an overwhelming sensation her muscles aching, her bones reforming but she gritted her teeth through it, her heart pounding with determination.

Within moments, she was standing on four powerful legs, her body now sleek and lithe, her coat a shimmering silver-gray, darker at the tips.

Her eyes, now the color of a deep, glowing amber, locked onto the rogue wolf with a new sense of purpose.

Her wolf was strong she could feel it pulsing through her veins, the wildness of it, the primal instinct to defend herself.

“I’m ready,”

Lily’s wolf whispered, a growl of her own rising from deep within her chest.

She lowered her head, her stance wide, ready to fight.

The rogue wolf lunged at her with terrifying speed, jaws snapping, but Lily was quicker.

She dodged, her body a blur as she lunged for the rogue's exposed side, claws raking through its fur.

The rogue wolf howled in pain but quickly retaliated, its sharp teeth catching Lily’s flank.

Pain flared as the rogue’s teeth sank deep into her side, but she pushed through it, retaliating with a fierce swipe of her own.

The sound of teeth clashing and paws striking the earth echoed through the clearing.

The fight was brutal every movement fueled by instinct and desperation

. Lily’s body was fast, agile, but the rogue wolf’s strength was overwhelming.

With every attack, she was forced back, her limbs growing heavier with exhaustion.

The rogue wolf’s jaws found her again, this time catching her by the throat, slamming her to the ground with an explosive force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

She gasped, the weight of the rogue wolf’s body pinning her down, but she struggled, trying to free herself.

It was no use. She was too weak her strength fading as the rogue's growl rumbled in her ears.

“Lily! Stay focused! You can do this!”

Dora urged, but the world around her was blurring, and her body was losing its fight.

The rogue wolf raised its paw high, ready to strike the final blow.

But just as its claws were about to come down on her, a deafening roar shattered the stillness of the night.

Lily’s head turned, her vision hazy, just as a larger, more powerful wolf burst from the shadows.

The beast was massive its fur a deep, midnight black, its eyes glowing like molten gold.

The moonlight reflected off its sleek coat, giving it an almost otherworldly appearance.

It was a king among wolves, and as it charged toward the rogue, the very ground seemed to tremble beneath its paws.

The rogue wolf froze, its raised paw faltering midair as it slowly turned to face the newcomer.

There was fear in its eyes now something Lily hadn’t seen before.

She watched, her breath shallow and painful, as the two wolves squared off.

The larger wolf lunged with a terrifying speed, its jaws snapping shut around the rogue’s throat.

The rogue let out a shrill yelp, but it was no match for the larger wolf’s strength.

With a brutal swipe of its claws, the larger wolf sent the rogue sprawling across the ground, its body leaving a trail of blood.

The rogue scrambled to get up, but the larger wolf was relentless, delivering a crushing blow that sent the rogue skidding backward.

The rogue’s growls turned into whimpers, its body trembling in fear as it attempted to retreat.

With one last defiant snarl, the rogue wolf turned and bolted, disappearing into the shadows from which it had come.

Lily’s wolf stood tall, watching the rogue’s retreating form, its chest heaving with the effort of the battle.

Slowly, the larger wolf turned toward her, its glowing eyes locking onto hers.

Lily's eyes widened in disbelief as the wolf's form began to shrink, its powerful limbs retracting,.

She stepped back slightly, feeling the earth beneath her feet as the wolf shrank, revealing not just a man, but someone she knew.

It wasn’t just any stranger .it was the man who welcomed her beside her husband in the morning the man whose face she had touched her herself to few hours ago.

It was Callum, her husband’s son.

Callum stood before her, completely naked, his body strong and lean, a hint of the very power she had just witnessed in his wolf form.

He was taller than she had imagined. and the dark, rippling muscles that now glistened under the moonlight only added to the raw, primal energy radiating from him.

Her eyes flitted to his face first, but the undeniable physical reality of the situation hit her like a wave as her gaze unintentionally lingered lower.

Her heart skipped a beat.

He’s naked. Completely naked.

The reality of the situation dawned on her, the shock, the awkwardness, and the confusion.

Her body stiffened as she instinctively turned her head away, her hands quickly rising to cover her face.

Her fingers brushed against the skin of her arms, her mind still reeling from what she had just witnessed.

“No… no… this can’t be happening,” lily thought in panic.

“I shouldn’t be looking… I shouldn’t have seen…”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks flushed with heat, trying to steady her breath.

Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, as though she could hide the sudden vulnerability she felt, as though covering herself would somehow shield her from the disorientation coursing through her body.

For a moment, she was paralyzed, unsure of what to do, how to react, or what to even think.

But that was the thing about the truth it always came crashing in when you least expected it.

Lily had been trying to come to terms with everything, with the strange world her husband was a part of, with the moonlit warnings he had given her. But nothing could’ve prepared her for this moment.

Callum stood there, unmoving, completely aware of her reaction.