He adjusted his suit cuffs, straightened his tie, as if none of this was his doing, as if he were merely a heartless spectator at someone else's funeral rather than the architect of this nightmare."You!" The word exploded from Ethan's father as he charged forward. His body contorted, bones cracking as he partially shifted into his battle stance, face elongating, teeth sharpening. He roared at my father, spittle flying: "What did you say to my son?"He slammed a fist against his chest, eyes glowing amber with rage. "Why did he jump into the silver pit after hearing it? What kind of monster are you?"He shifted further, claws fully extended as he lunged at my father. His attacks were lethal—slashing at Dad's throat, his chest, anywhere that would draw blood. But Dad, once the pack's Beta, hadn't lost his fighting abilities despite three years in prison. He faced the attacks with ease, bending backwards to avoid a swipe, sidestepping a lunge, not even bothering to shift forms, simply do
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