Skylar

My father transforms before me, his form shifting into the monstrous beauty of his hellhound avatar, fur as black as the darkest midnight. In response, my own body obeils, bones and muscles contorting, the golden sheen of my wolf form shimmering into existence. Power surges through me, potent and eager.

"Remember, integrate, don't dominate," he advises, his voice now a guttural snarl that vibrates through our shared supernatural essence.

The mock battle commences ...