Jasmine's POV
Time seemed to fracture around me.
One second, I watched in horror as cold steel pressed against Jeffrey's vulnerable throat. The next, something primal shattered inside my chest like glass breaking under pressure.
A sound tore from deep within me, raw and animalistic. My body began to change before I could stop it. Judy and Atlas rushed forward, seizing control, pulling me into the depths where pure instinct reigned supreme.
The mansion's lights stuttered once, then died completely.
Yet I saw everything with crystalline clarity. Each subtle movement, every panicked breath, the acrid scent of terror rolling off the intruders in waves.
My beasts had risen, and their rage burned like wildfire.
The anguish etched across my children's faces, the damning silence from Yasmin, the cruel satisfaction twisting Wesson Luther's features. Each detail fed the inferno that Atlas devoured hungrily.
