[Third Person].
Then her claws began to slowly and deliberately sink in. The cat whimpered, its body trembling with desperation, filling the room.
But just when all hope was lost for Xamira, the front door of her bedroom slammed open.
"Meredith!" Draven stood frozen in the doorway. The sight before him stole the breath from his lungs. His wife—No. He looked again.
The woman standing there wasn't his wife. Her presence felt different. Cold power radiated from her in suffocating waves. Her eyes burned violet. The air itself seemed to bow to her will.
'Valmora,' he realized instantly that her wolf had taken over her again.
But—Why was she strangling a cat?
The answer came a second later. The cat's body convulsed violently in Valmora's grasp, light rippling over its form as it twisted, reshaped, and transformed back into Xamira.
