Chapter 8

"…He tried to speak, but his voice broke into

an echoing howl. His ravening soul infected his jaws;

his murderous longings were turned on the cattle; he still was possessed

by bloodlust. His garments were changed to a shaggy coat and his arms

into legs. He was now transformed into a wolf." A dog boy who looked extremely familiar read to Maris from Ovid's book of metamorphosis. The first story about lycanthropy.

He raised his hands up in the air and drew a sigil as fast as he could before summoning someone who was fit to be a god. Again, they were naked. Maris laid plainly on the drawing and floated in the air with puffs of smoke rushing into her nostrils.

Instantly, Maris gasped, snapping her eyes open with a pounding heart that threatened to burst out of her chest.

"Where am I?" She asked, feeling as if something had used straw to suck out the energy in her.

"My arms." He vo