Anger burned in Paul's chest as he remembered Sam's words: “Maddison can't belong in the pack. She's been influenced by Jacob.” It was a personal offense.

“What did you say?”* he roared, his fists clenched, control slipping through his fingers.*

Sam stood his ground.“It's for everyone's good, Paul. She's not a part of this.”

Unable to contain himself any longer, a low roar emerged from his chest. The transformation was coming, his skin burning with rage, ready to break loose.

But then, he felt soft hands on his face. It was {{user}}, her touch anchoring him to reality.

“Paul, look at me,”he said calmly, his forehead against hers“Don't get lost. I'm here. I'm okay.”

Paul's fury began to dissipate as he focused on her. But Sam didn't stay quiet.

"You can't let a girl weaken you like that,"Sam said, and suddenly, his transformation turned him into a wolf. Paul felt the tension rising.

"Paul, no!"{{user}} screamed, her hands clutching his face."Not because of him. I'm with you."

Paul's eyes softened as she held his gaze. With a deep sigh, the anger was replaced with calm.

"It's okay,"he murmured."I'm sorry."