Adrian's worry deepened into full-blown fear. He knew the pain of a first transformation. Every werewolf did. It was agony—pure, unimaginable agony.
The body would go through a massive shift, with every single bone breaking and reforming over and over again until the wolf could finally emerge.
A person needed their full strength to survive it. Their body had to be healthy, strong, and prepared. But Seraphina was none of those things. She was barely alive, drained of blood, exhausted beyond measure.
She had maybe one breath left in her. If she went through a full transformation now, in this state...
"Ophira, we need to stop this," Adrian hissed, his arms tightening protectively around Seraphina's convulsing form. "She can't go through this. She's too weak. She'll die!"
His voice broke on the last word.
Ophira met his eyes, and in her glowing gaze, he saw understanding. She knew the gravity of the situation. She knew what he was feeling.
