Chapter 217. Not Good

The moment Rett released the attack, Cain moved without hesitation. With a guttural roar that shook the dungeon walls, his body shifted violently. Bones cracked and reshaped, muscles expanding as fur burst through his skin. In a blink, Cain stood between Althea and the incoming darkness, fully transformed into his Lycan form.

“NO!” Althea screamed.

The shadowed blade slammed into Cain’s chest instead.

The impact was devastating. Dark magic exploded on contact, tearing through fur and flesh as Cain was thrown backward, crashing into the stone wall with enough force to fracture it.

The dungeon trembled violently, dust raining from the ceiling.

“Father!” Althea cried, struggling against Gavriel’s grip.

Cain roared in pain, blood darkened by magic spilling onto the floor. The corruption spread instantly, crawling across his massive frame like black veins.

Rett laughed hysterically. “You see? Even now, you choose her! Die for her t