I barely had time to blink before Damon moved.
The air around us shifted violently as his body blurred, bones cracking and reforming in a way that would have horrified me but now felt terrifyingly familiar.
In seconds, where Damon had stood was a massive white wolf, towering and lethal, his fur glowing faintly under the moonlight like fresh snow. His roar split the night, deep and thunderous, shaking the trees around us.
The five rogues barely had time to react. Damon launched himself forward with brutal speed, his massive jaws clamping down on the first rogue's neck with a sickening crunch.
Blood sprayed across the forest floor as he tore through flesh and bone without hesitation. Another rogue lunged at his side, only for Damon to swipe him aside with one powerful paw, claws ripping straight through ribs and muscle like paper.
