***Tyler's pov ***
As I entered the park, my eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. But then, my gaze landed on a figure that made my heart skip a beat. Tyrant stood just a few steps away, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. I felt a jolt of surprise, mixed with something else I couldn't quite explain. It was as if time had frozen, and all that existed was the space between us.
I couldn't look away, taking in the sharp lines of his features, the way his hair fell across his forehead, and the chiseled contours of his face. He was even more handsome than I had noticed in the forest, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. My mind struggled to process the emotions swirling inside me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about him that had such an effect. All I knew was that I felt...different. Like I was seeing him for the first time, and yet, it felt like I'd known him forever.
As I locked eyes with Tyrant, the world around me melted away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a sea of possibility. The air vibrated with an otherworldly energy, and I felt myself getting lost in the depths of his gaze. My smile felt like a reflex, a desperate attempt to anchor myself to reality. But before I could utter a word, my attention was hijacked by a figure from my periphery.
Jackson stood there, a smirk dancing on his lips, and my world snapped back into focus. A wave of fury crashed over me, primal and unstoppable. Without breaking stride, I pushed Tyrant aside, the motion feeling almost dreamlike, and homed in on Jackson. My fist connected with his gut with a satisfying thud, and the sound of his gasp was like music to my ears. The world snapped back into sharp relief, and for a moment, all that existed was my rage and Jackson's surprised expression. "You think you can just pour water on me and get away with it?" I snarled, my voice barely above a whisper, but laced with venom.
Jackson's grunt was music to my ears, but I wasn't done yet. I smiled, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anger, and landed two more punches, the blows connecting with a satisfying thud. Passersby started to gather, their faces a blur as I focused on Jackson. He stumbled back, his eyes flashing with anger, and I felt a thrill of excitement. But as he regained his composure, his eyes locked onto mine, and he launched a counterattack, his fist flying towards my face.
I dodged it easily, my reflexes on high alert, and landed a swift kick to his face. Just as I thought I had the upper hand, Tyant tried to intervene, his voice a calm presence in the chaos. But in my blind rage, I lashed out, sending him flying with a powerful kick. The moment the words left my mind, regret washed over me. Tyrant was only trying to help, and I'd repaid him with violence.
As I rushed to Tyant's side to help him up, Jackson's body began to shift and contort. His limbs lengthened, his senses heightened, and his body transformed into that of a powerful wolf. The wolf's thick, velvety fur was a rich, chocolate brown color that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Its eyes gleamed like golden coins, sharp and piercing, as it gazed at me with an unnerving intensity. The wolf's muscular body rippled beneath its coat, its broad shoulders and powerful limbs exuding a sense of raw strength and agility. Its sharp teeth and pointed ears added to its fearsome appearance, making it a formidable predator. I stared, my anger momentarily forgotten, as the wolf's transformation left me stunned. The wolf's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. What was going on?
I stood firm, my eyes locked onto the wolf's, as I sized up the situation. As a seasoned hunter, I'd honed my skills in hand-to-hand combat, and my body was a finely tuned instrument of precision and power. My muscles rippled beneath my skin as I coiled and prepared to strike. I watched, poised and ready, as the wolf prepared to pounce.
In a flash, it leaped into the air, its powerful legs propelling it towards me. But I was quicker. With a swift and precise movement, I rotated my hips and generated torque, unleashing a devastating punch that connected with the wolf's skull with a resounding thud. The force of the impact was immense, and the wolf let out a pained whimper before crumpling to the ground, unconscious. My fist had been driven by years of martial training and countless battles with formidable foes, and I knew I'd struck with perfect precision. The wolf's size and strength had been formidable, but my skill and technique had given me the edge I needed. For now, the threat was neutralized.
As the wolf's body hit the ground, it began to shift and contort, its limbs shortening, its senses dulling, and its fur receding. In a matter of seconds, Jackson lay there in his human form, unconscious but breathing. I let out a hiss, a mix of satisfaction and regret warring within me. I sighed, feeling a weight settle in my chest, as the gathering crowd slowly dispersed, whispering to each other and glancing back at the scene with a mixture of shock and morbid fascination. Some of them seemed to think I'd killed him, and I couldn't blame them - the sight of Jackson's limp body had been convincing. I stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Tyrant, still rubbing his side from my earlier kick, approached me cautiously. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened
I adjusted my grip on Jackson's limp form, trying to be as gentle as possible while also trying to avoid any...distractions. I glanced up at Tyke, who was still staring, and felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "I'm sorry, but I need to get him treated first," I said, trying to sound calm and composed despite the awkwardness of the situation. I couldn't help but notice Jackson's naked body in my arms, and I tried to focus on his face instead. With a purposeful stride, I walked towards the pack's hospital, trying to get Jackson the medical attention he needed as quickly as possible. Tyrant fell into step beside me, his eyes still fixed on Jackson's form, but he didn't say anything, seeming to understand the urgency of the situation...