Dante's POV

I dropped my phone to the floor and stared at Erica, terrified. What on earth was she doing?

Her wolf was huge! Towering above everyone. She was easily fifteen feet or more, much bigger than when she shifted in my home when Pearl was home.

She had her paw on a man's chest and I could see he was bleeding profusely.

By her side lay her father's lifeless body in a pool of blood. His face was an ugly purple and his blood was a heady mix of crimson and violet.

“Erica! Erica! Stop! What are you doing?"

She ignored me and extended her claws, pinning the man...