CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOUR - A MARCH FOR VENGEANCE

The scene unfolded with horrifying speed. Lady Becky's regal demeanor vanished, replaced by a feral snarl. Her body contorted, muscles rippling, bones rearranging with sickening cracks. Fur erupted, engulfing her in a thick, ebony coat. A deafening howl, a primal scream of rage, tore from her throat, echoing through the vast hall. Karina shrank back, fear paralyzing her. But before she could even whimper, two figures burst through the doorway. Zaya and Gwen, their faces etched with concern, rushed to Nancy's side. Zaya, mirroring her mother, transformed with practiced ease. Her sleek black fur shimmered under the soft light, and a pair of golden eyes glinted with a fierce determination. Gwen, however, presented a different picture. Her body partially shifted, fur sprouting on her forearms and legs, her nails elongating into vicious claws. But unlike Lady Becky and Zaya, the transformation seemed incomplete, a struggle between her Gorroth and druid heritage. Lady Becky, now a hulk