Quinn's cries turned to growls, a sound that started deep in her chest and clawed its way out, raw and primal and terrifying in a way that made every hair on the back of every neck stand on end.
The clothes on her body began to shred, the fabric tearing away like paper caught in a storm, seams splitting with sharp, wet sounds that filled the quiet gym.
A grey wolf stood on fours, but its shoulders were joined to a beast standing on twos. The beast was bigger than the grey wolf, standing upright like a human but with fur covering its body and face, its claws and paws in place, its eyes burning with something ancient and hungry that seemed to look straight through every person in the room.
The hybrid form was impossible, a living contradiction that should not have existed, and the sight of it left the air thick with disbelief.
"A werewolf and a Lycan?" Voren gasped, his voice barely a whisper, the words dragged out of him by pure shock.
