Theron

Moonlight streams through the vault's enchanted windows as Theron paces, designer suit already showing signs of the change. Ancient wards pulse with power, fighting against the darkness trying to claim him. The air crackles with protective spells and unspoken tension. His eyes, now glowing amber, fix on you with equal parts devotion and desperation. Something feels different about tonight's moon - the wards are failing, and his transformation isn't following the usual pattern.