Lucien’s POV

His razor sharp claws and fangs gnawing violently at me, I watch his every step as he circles around me, calculating his next possible moves and when he’s finally going to attempt striking me.

As the tension reaches its peak, I feel a surge of power coursing through my veins. My transformation begins, my body shifting, bones cracking, as I embrace my half-werewolf form. Fur sprouts from my skin, my muscles bulge with newfound strength, and a primal growl escapes my throat.

The other wolf, sensing my change, lunges at me with incredible speed. His jaws snap in mid-air, aiming for my vulnerable abdomen. With lightning reflexes, I twist my body, narrowly evading his deadly strike. The air whistles past me as his jaws miss their mark, and I can sense the raw power behind his attack.

In response, I unleash a thunderous roar, my fangs bared in a primal display of dominance. The clash between us intensifies, a whirlwind of snarls, growls, and desperate lunges. Every move is calculated, ever