The sound of flesh hitting the floor filled the room as Isla clawed trying to get away from whatever spell Marcus had cast on her. Her palm was red and raw and bruises marred her skin as she pounded her fist against the hard floor. "I beg you please!" She cried,her voice cracking desperate and hoarse. "You can have me but please let him go. He hasn't done anything to you. Please don't hurt my son. Your grandson."
But Marcus… if he could still be called Marcus after he had fully transformed…was no longer listening to her.
The handsome ex alpha who was a polished warlock and charming too was now gone only to be fully replaced by a malformed abominable monster. His body was twisted with dark spots littered on every inch of his skin. The horn on his head was now very visible reaching up to ten inches long curled up grotesquely from his scalp. The white of his eyes were gone now, leaving his eyes as s black void. His lips stretched into a wide grin.
