The air feels heavy, thick, like it’s pressing against my chest. My muscles tighten, every nerve screaming. It starts as a dull ache in my joints, then sharp, as if my bones are stretching and tearing from the inside. My claws itch, my teeth ache, and my senses—everything—screams louder than my own mind.

I drop to my knees, gasping, hands digging into the ground. The world bends and twists around me; colors sharpen, sounds slice through the silence. My heart races, thundering like a drum in my chest. I can feel the wolf rising, clawing its way out, demanding to be free.

I don’t want this. Not yet. Not here. But the change is unstoppable. My clothes shred as my body contorts, muscles bulging, limbs elongating. Pain rips through me, sharp and raw, yet beneath it, there’s a surge of power, pure and intoxicating.

My vision splits—I see the world through both human and wolf eyes. My ears twitch, catching the faintest heartbeat, the smallest whisper. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and then, a low growl escapes my throat, involuntary but mine.

And then… it’s done. I stand—or rather, I balance on four powerful legs. Fur bristles across my skin, blue eyes gleaming, sharp and wild. I taste the air, smell every fear, every heartbeat around me. I am both Mark… and not.

The transformation leaves me aching, exhausted, but alive in a way nothing No