The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power Chapter 130: Evelyn Loses Control

James's POV:

The last thread of reason inside Evelyn snapped.

She let out a wild, beast-like roar. Her body swelled at once. Bones in her face cracked and shifted as she slipped into a half-wolf form.

Sharp claws tore through her sleeves, and she shot forward like a cannonball, straight toward Hannah.

Smack! Smack!

Two loud slaps sent Hannah flying backward. Hannah crashed into a bookshelf, sending books scattering across the floor.

"You hit me?!" Hannah clutched her burning cheek. Her eyes flashed with rage.

She was a Beta, and her instincts had been fully provoked.

"Awooo—!"

With a howl, Hannah transformed on the spot. In seconds, she became a gray-brown she-wolf. She lunged forward, jaws wide, snapping at Evelyn's leg.

The two women—no, the wolves—tore each other apart in the living room.

There was no skill or form left. Only raw biting and clawing.

Expensive hardwood furniture shattered under their bodies. Vases smashed. The rug was quickly covered in fur and blood.

"Stop it! Both of you! Stop!"

I rushed in, trying to pull them apart, but they had completely lost control.

Evelyn pinned Hannah down and slashed wildly with her claws. As she struck, she screamed in a hoarse, unhinged shriek, "You bunch of snobs! When I was powerful, you flattered me like a bunch of lapdogs! Now that I've fallen, you want to stomp me into the dirt? From top to bottom, this pack is nothing but a pack of hyenas!"

"That's enough!"

Her words pushed me past my limit. My Alpha instincts surged. I grabbed Evelyn by the scruff of her neck and drove a hard punch into her.

The blow landed hard. She stumbled back, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Evelyn stared at me in disbelief. The madness in her eyes collapsed into pure, bitter hatred.

"James, you hit me? You hit me for that bitch?"

She grabbed a solid wooden stool beside her and hurled it at me with all her strength.

I dodged.

Crash!

The stool missed me but struck Robert instead. He had just arrived, shaken and trying to calm everyone down.

Robert was over 300 years old. His healing ability had long faded.

He didn't even cry out. Blood burst from his head as he fell straight to the floor. His body twitched twice, then went still.

"Elder Black!"

Everyone froze.

Blood covered the floor. Robert lay motionless, his life uncertain. The madness finally drained from Evelyn's face. In its place was raw terror.

She stared at her hands. Then she screamed. Without another word, she smashed through the window and vanished into the night like a madwoman.

I stood frozen in the ruined living room. Robert lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Hannah was still groaning in pain on the floor. The room spun around me.

It was over.

This family was doomed.