Claimed By The Lycan King
The transformation complete, Emma sat on the grass beside me.
Her face tilted up toward me, expression curious and slightly vulnerable in the moonlight. "Thank you for that," she said softly. "Artemis had fun."
Her words were simple, but they triggered a cascade of emotion within me. Aeson pushed, eager to reclaim our human form, to speak with our mate face to face. I surrendered to the familiar heat of transformation, feeling my massive Lycan body contract and reshape. The process was swift but intense – bones reconfiguring, muscles redistributing, fur receding into skin. The world around me momentarily blurred as my senses recalibrated from Lycan to human perception.