Nasya's POV
Sylvie's response was instantaneous. Her jaw unhinged impossibly wide, and the sound that emerged wasn't a scream but a physical assault - a psychic shriek that bypassed my ears to stab directly into my brain. White-hot agony exploded behind my eyes as I collapsed, writhing, my own transformation triggered by sheer survival instinct.
Through the pain-hazed vision, I witnessed Zayn's completed alpha form - a massive black wolf that dwarfed even Elijah's impressive frame - launch at Sylvie. Their collision shook the corridor, the two evenly matched in a way that defied nature. Sylvie's bio-engineered enhancements made her faster, stronger than any natural werewolf, her movements twitchy and unpredictable like a marionette with its strings cut. Yet Zayn fought with the cold precision of a born predator, each strike calculated to maximum damage.
