Lucian (Third Perspective)
Lucian sat up with a gasp, breathing heavily. He coughed and glanced around, sighing in disappointment when he spotted his own body looking back at him.
After that experience and feeling like he could breathe again, he took his first inhale, realizing that the very air he breathed had changed. No longer did he detect the scent of pine forests, animal musk, and earthy soil. Instead, the air was heavy with the metallic tang of blood. The aroma was both repulsive and intoxicating, triggering primal instincts within him that he had never known before.
His vision had shifted as well. No longer were his eyes accustomed to the keen senses of a werewolf, with its sharp colors and motion detection. Everything was now shrouded in shadows, and the vibrant world he once k
