Karl's POV
Anxiety gnaws at my chest like a restless wolf.
Every time she insists everything is under control, every reassurance she offers, all I witness is uncontainable energy coursing wild beneath her flesh.
Energy that threatens to incinerate her from within if we don't decipher its nature quickly.
She moves around the stove now, Sean's protective embrace still encircling her shoulders, Warren devouring his breakfast as though the world hasn't shifted on its axis, and briefly, I can almost convince myself this is simply another ordinary dawn.
Almost. The metallic scent of electricity saturates the air around her, foreign to both wolf and human senses. The atmosphere itself trembles with her presence, dense with something undeniably alive.
She emanates radiance, crackling with solar heat while simultaneously pulsing with lunar tranquility. My predatory instincts struggle to categorize the phenomenon, torn between reverence and vigilance.
