The roar that shook the Shrine wasn't human. It was the sound of something ancient, wild, and incredibly angry breaking its leash.
Rurik didn't just transform; he detonated. His human form twisted, bones cracking and reshaping in a terrifying display of biological magic. Fur the color of storm clouds burst from his skin. Within seconds, the Warlord was gone.
In his place stood a Dire Wolf the size of a carriage.
He wasn't alone.
Marquis Konrad shifted into a massive, slate-grey beast, his scars still visible through the fur, moving with the heavy precision of a tank.
And Duchess Freya... she was breathtaking. Her wolf form was sleek, pure white, and faster than the eye could follow. She looked like a blizzard given claws.
"ROAAAAR!"
The three behemoths launched themselves at the ceiling.
