Eve
The roar that beast let out should have shattered the screen. The hairs on my skin rose, every fiber of my being locking up as I watched the impossible unfold before my eyes.
The corpse—her corpse—had vanished.
In its place stood something monstrous.
Towering, its body sleek with shifting shadows, its eyes a haunting, abyssal crimson. A Lycan, but this was no ordinary Lycan, and it was certainly not me. Clawed hands flexed at its sides, its broad shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. The beast was neither fully Lycan nor entirely beast, but something in between—something wrong.
Yet something familiar.
Rhea stirred violently inside me, a hurricane of unease. "I need you to calm down. You cannot react. You mustn't falter," she whispered, but her voice was laced heavily with agitation.
On the screen, the beast snapped its head toward the gathered crowd.
Then it moved.
Fast.
Then—chaos.
