CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

Harold groaned quite loudly as an excruciating amount of pain jittered through his body, tearing his human flesh apart as a new, thicker, and dense skin covered his shifting skeleton.

As he transformed, his human mind reminded him of the stakes at hand and consequences if he howled in the forbidden part of the school which he was in, and although his wolf instincts told him to, he kept it locked in his throats which made the pain as he mutated even greater. 

His ears stretched like a force was pulling it to his limit and his facial bones began to shift and snap, rift slowly like a mechanized tool and join to new stout bones that could stand against the strongest of metals. His legs arched inwards, forming a slightly curved bow behind his knee before the straight, strong part rooted itself into the green grass beneath it and his arms fell on the wet grass before turning into hale and hardened limbs. 

Brie, whose transformat