Ally's POV
The air is heavy, tainted with the scent of rain and the musk of agitated wolves. The full moon looms above, a silent witness to the unfolding chaos.
My pulse races, erratic, as I watch Elliot's transformation. It isn't the smooth shift of flesh to fur that I am used to seeing in Luparian kind. Instead, it's a grotesque, jagged dance of man and beast, a struggle that paints his features with an insanity I've never witnessed before.
"Elliot," I breathe out, my voice a mere whisper lost amidst the turmoil. My wolf, Dawn, whimpers inside me, her unease mirroring my own. We have seen madness before, but not like this, not so close to home.
He snarls a sound that scrapes against my skin like barbed wire. His eyes, once pools of calm clarity, are now abysses swirling with delirium. He paces, back and forth, a predator caged by invisible bars.
"Elliot!" My voice strengthens, but it does little to anchor him.