THE JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND THORNS

Was this? Was I? No, impossible. Just impossible. I wasn’t eighteen yet, I wasn’t even close to eighteen. I was still a lad. Noo!

I screamed at every moment of breakage. My fingers began to grow insanely long. But the pain was excruciatingly painful. Father told me that these would happen. I’ve seen many teens shift. All of them were eighteen or more. Some were seventeen. But this, this was flabbergasting.

The breakage went on for several minutes. I could swear that it was more than ten minutes now. Mine was taking more time to shift. Would my wolf be stubborn? Was that why?

The pain went on and on and on. Hairs began to grow from my body as I expected. My teeth began to extend, even my tongue. My toe nails extended too. The whole process made my clothes tear into shreds. My vision suddenly changed and I saw everything as a threat. Yes, I became more aggressive. Maybe it was the pain, I couldn’t tell.

Finally, after about like thirty-minutes or more of what seemed to be a