Kelvin paced around the underground lab, his eyes glinting with excitement. The power coursing through his veins was intoxicating, and he could barely contain his triumph. The mixture of his blood, Stella's, and the remnants of Lord Rahul's essence had given him strength unlike anything he had ever felt. He had finally done it. He was no longer just a werewolf; he was something greater.
With every step, his confidence grew. He had big plans—plans that would reshape the packs and place him at the top of the food chain. The elders who had opposed him were now dead, their blood staining the lab floor. There was no one left to challenge him, except maybe Stella. But she was safely contained behind the thick glass of her chamber, unconscious, a mere tool for his growing power.
