As the red lightning coursed through Victor's body, he felt an excruciating pain, unlike anything he had experienced before.
The Baroness's attack was not just a mere display of power; it was surgical in its precision, aimed at the very essence of his being.
Its target was his core.
The core of his power, which had been his source of strength and resilience, now felt fragile, like thin ice cracking underfoot.
Victor understood the grave danger he was in. The red lightning was not just inflicting physical damage; it was attacking the foundation of his power.
If the core shattered, he would lose not just his strength but his very essence as a werewolf.
The realization hit him like a physical blow, adding a layer of fear to his already intense pain.
Despite the agony and the growing cracks within his core, Victor's resolve did not waver. His thoughts went to Allison, to the love they shared, and to the future they were robbed of.