Rhea watches from the doorway, every instinct alert, every muscle coiled with restraint. Her amber-gold eyes gleam unnaturally, unnerving even her. She steps forward, letting the floor creak beneath her boots — just enough for Daisy to notice. “Little Spark,” she murmurs, voice low, velvet-thick, sending a ripple through the air. “You really should take a break… before you overwork yourself.” Before she can finish, Rhea drops her voice further, a deep, vibrating timbre that seems to echo in the air itself. Her pupils elongate, golden and hypnotic, and then — with a fluid, terrifying grace — her bones shift and muscles ripple. Fur sprouts along her skin, dark with silver streaks, as she grows taller, larger, more imposing… and undeniably wild.Rhea’s voice, now a low growl that still carries a human edge, rumbles in the lab: “Do I frighten you, Spark?”Rhea steps closer, claws scraping the tile just enough to let Daisy feel the power beneath her form. Yet, despite the shift, her golden eyes soften, locking on Daisy’s. “Not just a wolf. A protector. And… maybe your biggest fan,” she murmurs, letting the intimacy of the words wrap around Daisy like a caress.Rhea allows herself a small, teasing step closer. The scent of pine, rain, and wildness fills the air. Her eyes soften again, amber fire mingling with something tender. “I’ve wanted you to see… all of me,” she murmurs.