Violet was stunned.
The tension in the room was multiplying by the second as Cain's beast, with midnight fur, stood at the center of the room, majestic with his head held high.
His eyes were blood red, unlike the others, who still had a light-colored shade of brown in their beasty eyes. It was scary but at the same time electrifying as everything seemed to come to a halt.
Even Frank, who stood next to her in his human form, had his head lowered to the ground, compared to Violet, who, although she felt the invisible pressure in the room, wasn't influenced by it.
Her eyes fixed steadily on Cain, who hadn't moved a muscle after the loud, ear-piercing growl he released. Violet listened to her heart thumping heavily in her chest as she watched Cain, unable to fathom what he would do next as she held her breath.
Just because he was yet to do anything didn't mean he wouldn't, considering the strength he showed—one that could take down all of them with utter ease.
