Marcus watched in horror as Alina transformed into something unrecognizable. Her eyes had turned completely white, and her body radiated an eerie power that even the strongest werewolves would fear.
"Alina, please come back," Marcus pleaded, his voice breaking as he tried to reach her. But she only stared at him with that same sinister smile, her expression devoid of any recognition.
Before Marcus could react, Alina moved—no, she blurred—vanishing from her spot and reappearing in front of the second werewolf. The speed was unnatural, even by their supernatural standards. The werewolf barely had time to blink before Alina's hand shot out, her fingers digging into his flesh.
The sound of cracking bones filled the air as she twisted his neck with brutal force, and in one swift motion, she tore his heart from his chest. Blood sprayed across her face, and she licked her lips, savoring the taste as if it were the finest wine.
