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{I… am… Qay’in!} Ben roars deafeningly inside all their heads. Ben shape-shifts into bipedal lycan form and grows seven feet tall. In this form, he retains his opposable thumbs and continues gripping the katana. To his enemies and to Maricar, he’s fearsome, but because of his short ginger fur, it doesn’t look incongruous at all that he’s holding a sword. He looks no stranger than Anubis, who has long been depicted standing upright and holding a was-sceptre in books and on the Internet. Both Jeremias Lazaro and Dr. Ortiz reflexively transform as well, in a flight or fight response. Jeremias Lazaro’s lycan form is like that of his spawn except that his is, well… uglier. Ben realizes, not without an undercurrent of fascination, that this is the ancient form of Grendel that terrorized the Scandinavian peninsula in the 6th century. Dr. Ortiz’s wolf form, on the other hand, was already aptly described by Vidi last year: like Eren’s Titan form on Attack on Titan. The same creepy, mirthles
Albert Diego Villalobos Sr., the last Howler, is lying low inside the panic room of his mansion. No one has any idea where he is, and no one will, because the panic room is ingeniously tucked away behind a tasteful and innocuous granite wall. The door is like some door-to-the-Lonely-Mountain shit. It’s camouflaged like a solid wall of cladding tiles, but a doorway with jagged edges opens and locks electromagnetically; impenetrable to any lock manipulation. The bulletproof vault door also has one-inch steel shear pins and the walls and ceilings of the panic room are all reinforced. But Albert Diego Sr. never planned on holing up like a rat. Security for him doesn’t mean compromising on style and creature comforts. The room has dark wood paneling, a pool table, a pinball machine, a curved sofa that rotates to give him the best possible view of a wall-mounted, 84-inch television. Or, at the moment, the bank of CCTV monitors on the opposite wall. Albert Diego Sr. can’t bring himself to p