Lorraine's POV
I couldn't move.
Whether it was fear or just the sheer force of his aura, I don't know. All I knew was that my body was frozen, my limbs heavy like stone, my breath trapped in my throat.
He stood just ahead of us, Kieran.
Or… something that used to be him.
The moon hung high above, casting its bright glow over the clearing. But it wasn't the moonlight that made my skin crawl.
It was him.
Kieran's eyes, no longer the crimson I'd grown used to, glowed with a deeper, darker rage. They burned with a molten fury, bottomless and terrifying. His long black hair had silver streaks now, as though the moon had kissed his strands and left behind its mark. His aura rolled off him in waves of raw, blistering energy. A force of nature.
He wasn't just Kieran anymore.
He had ascended.
Total Lycan Ascension.
Astrid had whispered it like a prayer, like a warning. And I finally understood why.
