Chapter 111

• Isabella stood frozen, her heart racing as she faced Max's wolf, confusion and fear swirling in her mind. The creature before her was a monstrous incarnation of her beloved son, radiating raw power and an insatiable hunger.
• Max’s wolf was filled with muscles rippling under fur that seemed to sparkle ominously in the dim light, and his eyes glowed a vibrant crimson, filled with an abyss of rage and the primal instinct to hunt.
• As she gazed into those feral eyes, a wave of dread washed over her. Is this my boy? she thought. This is something else entirely. It was as if he had been captured within his own body, a prisoner to a beast that sought to unleash chaos. And in the corners of her mind, the thick, metallic scent of blood hung heavy, intoxicating, tempting her instincts to join her son in this violent frenzy.