Peniel
The rogue wolves circled around me, their eyes gleaming with hunger and violence. I expected them to attack any moment, their muscles tense and ready to strike. My wolf was close to the surface, instinct pushing me to shift and defend myself, but something in their eyes changed.
One by one, their growls faded, confusion flashing across their faces. I watched in disbelief as their bodies began to tremble, their movements faltering. Instead of lunging, they stepped back, their snarls turning into strained, guttural sounds.
Suddenly, their bones cracked, their forms shifting—not into the feral wolves I expected, but back into human shapes. Their fur melted away, replaced by skin, their once sharp claws and fangs retracting. In seconds, they were no longer wolves, but humans, naked a
