*Nyla's POV*
The fire crackled beside us, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the hidden pack. My heart pounded—not from fear, but from something deeper, something stirring within me.
The pack leader stepped forward, his eyes locking with mine. "Your bloodline is unlike any we've seen. You're part of the ancient blood—the first wolves who bridged worlds. That's why your transformation is so powerful."
I swallowed hard, the truth hitting me like a tidal wave. I wasn't just some human caught in their world. I was born for this.
"Show us," he commanded.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the wild energy inside me. Slowly, my senses sharpened—the rustle of leaves, the scent of earth, the distant howl of a lone wolf.
Then it happened.
A surge of heat raced through my veins, my body shifting, stretching, fur sprouting along my arms. My nails curved into claws, and a low growl rumbled from deep in my throat.
I opened my eyes—golden, fierce, alive.
I was no longer just Nyla. I was a wolf.
Fully awakened.
Damon's hand found mine, steady and sure. "You're incredible."
Tears blurred my vision. This was who I was meant to be. Strong. Wild. Free.
But with power came responsibility.
And the real battle was yet to come.