Bound To The Lycan King
When the fur started to push through, it was dark, coarse, and looked wrong against his pale, sweating skin.
Black fur ripped through his skin, his clothes shredded. His bones cracked, reforming into a massive, muscled frame nearly eight feet tall. He was in his royal transition, warping into what I assumed they said was a Lycan. He screamed, a deafening sound, walking towards the rogue with an inhumane speed.
The rogue scrambled away, but Lucien’s massive hand clamped around his neck. With one brutal twist, he snapped the spine and flung the body like a toy.