Anastasia pov
I see Ethan fall, his body writhing as he struggles to complete the transformation. Each second is torment, his face alternating between human and wolf, an internal struggle reflected in every line of pain etched on his expression. His once determined eyes now clouded with primal agony, sweat beading, muscles uncontrollably trembling. The howl that escapes his lips is both a war cry and a lament of suffering. Rowan doesn't give him time to recover, advancing again with his sharp claws glinting in the moonlight. The forest around us is shrouded in a sinister atmosphere, trees casting long, menacing shadows.
With desperation, I drop the necklace on the ground and rush toward Ethan and Rowan. Instinctively, I position myself in front of Ethan; Rowan's sharp claws strike the chains of my handcuffs, and a cry escapes my lips at the impact. The faint moonlight pierces through the canopy, illuminating the sweat on my forehead and the tears threatening to fall.