*~Cyrius's POV~*
"Hazel, open the damn door!"
I stood in front of the bedroom she'd locked herself into, my fists clenched, ears tuned to the strange sounds echoing inside. Something was wrong. I could hear movement—something shifting, clawing, scraping—and it wasn't human.
Without wasting another second, I slammed my shoulder into the door, splintering it open.
And then I froze.
My mouth fell open as I took in the scene.
A red dress lay crumpled in the corner like a fallen rose petal… and in the center of the room stood a creature—massive, majestic, and white. Not snowy-white like some wolves in winter. No, this was pure white, glowing under the moonlight that poured in through the window.
Hazel.
She was towering, almost as tall as me, her fur streaked with glimmers of silver and blood-moon red. Her golden eyes locked onto mine—wild, startled, and undeniably hers.
