Logan’s POV

I was still in shock at what I had just seen. A little boy, my son Adolf, had transformed into a werewolf before my eyes. How could that be? In our world, such powers were supposed to only emerge when someone was seventeen. How could Adolf do it at the age of three? These thoughts swirled around in my head, creating waves of fear and anxiety.

Adolf, in his wolf form, seemed to be struggling against the power that was dominating his body. He roared, and the sound shook every corner of the zoo. Worry filled my heart as I thought about Emma. She must have been shocked—no,...