A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA
His hands twist, fingers curling into claws, and his face extends, reshaping into a muzzle with teeth that gleam even in the dim light.
It doesn’t take long—just seconds, though it feels longer—but when it’s done, Ronan isn’t standing there anymore. In his place is a massive wolf, bigger than anything I could have imagined. Darko.
I take a step back without meaning to, my heart hammering so loudly I can hear it in my ears. He’s enormous, his fur a deep black that almost blends with the shadows of the trees, except the moonlight catches it and gives it this sheen, like polished obsidian. His eyes are golden, glowing faintly, locked on me.
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