The 200-Year Bride Swap
Metal meets metal with a shriek; the bullets ricochet off the blade and drop harmlessly at Rocco’s feet, their dull clinks nearly lost in the chaos erupting around us.
There’s no time to process the impossibility of what just happened. Rocco lets out a low, guttural growl, and in the blink of an eye, his body contorts and shifts. Bones pop. Fur tears through skin. His limbs thicken, his muzzle elongates, and then he’s no longer a man. He’s a beast of muscle and menace that I can't help but gawp at. He launches forward, and I shrug off my awe and follow without hesitation, blade raised.
The living room explodes into violence. Furniture shatters under the weight of bodies. Claws tear through u