Hayley’s POV

The world around me blurred and fragmented as the Blood Moon's rapturous transformation took fierce, visceral hold.

 

My sense of self, of identity, and of humanity seemed to splinter into a million shards that whirled away on crimson tides.

 

Yet even as my corporeal form contorted and mutated in blazing agonies, there remained one grounding tether: my mate, Aiden.

 

His powerful, fur-covered arms encircled me, cradling my spasming body as the ancient rites remade me in their primal, feral image.

 

Through a red haze of pain and instinct, I could feel the first merciless changes ripping through me like a storm of butcher knives.

 

My bones cracked and...