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Damn, he was strong. Slowly, his eyes glowed red. He was growing claws and fur. He was looking like a human with animal claws, little fur, and a slight snout How could a human do that? It's hard to attain that form even for werewolves. We all were shocked. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed and Pheobe lay dead. A few of his men attacked our people. They were also turned like Flint. I was dumb folded for how things got changed.

her father was surprised with the question, why was she asking this now, he looked at her, he wanted to ask her whether Zach had not told her all about it, but her remembered that Zach was a sore spot of his daughter, she had finally regained some of her vigor he did not want to throw her back into the abyss of grieving, so he said “well transforming into a werewolf is very easy, it is like moving your hands and leg, once you get used to it, but the first time is very hard, most werewolf as soon as they turn 16 could transform when something triggers them” He then continued saying “it depends on the person, but most people if something emotional happens to them they would subconsciously trig

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

The kiss he gave me, I'm ashamed to say that we could have lived as a close couple. I curled up on my sheet as my mind recollected seeing the blood eyes wolf in his human form, only a shadow of him. He was very tall, taller than Turner. It was like he was a giant form of a human. He stood strong and was robust. I could see he had muscles, a lot. I was starting to wish it was not his shadow I had seen. I covered my head with my sheet not wanting to think about him. It felt wrong, after all, he was a werewolf and was evil.

A tan human skin appeared under wolf fur, his four limbs slowly turned into muscular human hands and legs, his glowing red eyes turned in to black orbs, while his canines turned into normal human teeth, once he fully transformed, he immediately rolled on ground and curled up in a ball. Jasmine lowered her hand after seeing werewolf man transform right in front of her eyes, Jasmine felt her throat went dry while her eyes went wide in shock and horror. “Wa.. whee… werewolf” she muttered under her breath by staring at butt naked man who was now crying in pain, but very next second Jasmine felt embarrassed when she realized she was staring at naked person. Jasmine hurriedly turned her body and l

I answered her, which shocked her. "Whoa! So, have you seen one? Have you ever met one? What do they look like?" She asked as she turned around to face me. "Well, yeah! They just looked like humans too. But werewolves can transform into two forms—the beast form and the regular wolf form. While the vampires… they have… fangs, and red eyes. But some have the ability to look like a normal human." I answered her with the whole truth. "Wow! You must be one of them." She let out while accusing me. Or maybe she knew?

The air crackled with electric energy as the wolves, one by one, began to shift back into their human forms, shedding their animalistic facade. The first to undergo the metamorphosis was a tall figure with a powerful presence. Muscles rippled beneath the fur as they receded, revealing a man of strength and determination. His features softened, his snout elongating into a defined jawline, and his ears blending seamlessly into his head. Fur retreated, replaced by tanned skin, as his limbs stretched and contorted into a human form. Within moments, Vincent's father stood before them, his piercing gaze filled with wisdom and resolve.

I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. The man's body convulsed and twisted, bones audibly cracking and reshaping. It was a transformation unlike anything I had ever seen before. In a matter of seconds, the man turned into a massive, dark-furred Beta werewolf. His size was awe-inspiring, and his eyes blazed with predatory intensity, sending shivers down my spine. The room seemed small compared to his imposing presence, and an unsettling energy filled the air.

The corners of his eyes still crinkled with mirth, but it was evident that he was starting to see the logic behind my seemingly outrageous plan. Seeing Peter laugh at my joke, I couldn't help but join in. On the surface, it appeared I was just poking fun at myself, but deep down, I was being entirely serious. Ever since the last resurrection ritual, nearly all my werewolf powers had been drained, and as a result, my form had undergone a transformation—I had indeed become a small wolf dog, petite and with a coat of pure white fur. This change initially filled me with insecurity; after all, I used to be a strong, imposing white wolf, and now I had turned into something so “adorable.”

“You’re at ninety-seven percent werewolf genetics now. Hart, at this rate you’ll be completely unable to maintain human form within days, maybe hours if you use the totem’s power again.” “So I’m turning into a permanent wolf,” Hart said flatly. “You’re completing the transformation into what the Original Bloodline was meant to be,” Dr. Vergara corrected. “But yes, you’re losing the ability to be human. And based on the feral episodes, you’re also losing the human consciousness that makes you who you are.” Hart looked at his hands, which trembled slightly and felt wrong, like they wanted to shift into claws permanently. “Can you reverse it?” Hart asked.