Mordeu doesn't wait for any invitation; he takes to his heels, and as he runs, he instantly transforms to his original form.
Freya and Alana's mouths drop to the ground.
"I will never get over the sight of how big Mordeu is," Fjall says in reverence.
Ten times the size of an average werewolf, Mordeu advances with mercilessness. As he passes by some humans, his claws are sure to inflict wounds that no doctor could heal. Killing and destroying the weapons as he goes, showing no mercy but utmost brutality and wickedness as he makes his way, destroying them all.
From behind him, Cillian falls to his feet, groaning in pain, his insides feeling like they are turning into something else, taking a different form.
A cry shoots out from his mouth.
"Cillian!" Ayra falls to the ground beside her brother. "What is going on?" Fear coats her eyes as she watches him wail in pain.
