He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss
Kael’s body suddenly buckled.
A sickening crack echoed through the quiet park as his spine snapped upward, distending at an impossible angle. He didn't sprout fur. Instead, his skin began to ripple and harden, turning into slick, obsidian scales that shimmered like oil. His jaw unhinged, stretching wide until his face was unrecognizable, and a long, forked tongue flicked out to taste the air. A heavy, muscular tail tore through his clothes, thudding against the pavement with a wet, heavy sound.
He wasn't a wolf. He was a nightmare from the old scrolls a Nyxcoil. A creature built to hunt us, to drain us, to end us.
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