CHAPTER SIXTY-THREEIVY’S POV. The three massive wolves didn’t wear the standard crests of the competition. They were rogue-like, covered in scarred, matted fur, their jaws dripping with a viscous, slurry foam. They looked ready to take us out. "Step back, Nick!" Torin roared, his bones already cracking as he began his transformation. Beside him, Sagw and Kaelen didn't hesitate. The clearing erupted into a symphony of sickening, wet snaps as muscles tore, bones elongated, and human flesh gave way to apex predators. I watched, paralyzed, as Torin’s posture bent forward. His spine ripped outward under his leather vest, thick, rust-colored fur bursting through his skin in violent patches. He grew exponentially, his jaw elongating into a massive, bloodthirsty wolf's mouth. Sage shifted with an eerie, quiet fluidness, his dark braids fading off as sleek, mottled-grey muscle expand
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