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He snarled as he finally took full control of my body. I was about to fall to the ground due to the sudden pain of the transformation but Jin caught me just on time. He used his fingers to bring my face to look him in the eyes... Those eyes held within them an ocean of emotions that I couldn't quite understand right now. Eventually, the pain stopped and it was then that I realized that I'd become a monster again. I'd transformed into a man. "Beautiful," Jin muttered softly, using his fingers to rub my face with a tender passion. "Absolutely beautiful."

The transformation was happening so rapidly, and Beverly felt helpless, caught in the throes of an unspeakable nightmare. Her limbs twisted and elongated, her muscles contracting and expanding as her human form gradually gave way to something monstrous. Her clothes tore and shredded, unable to withstand the grotesque metamorphosis. Beverly's entire body convulsed as she cried out, a feral, guttural sound of pain and fear.

Under the full moon's light, he becomes what he was always meant to be—predator seeking prey, alpha calling to his mate with voices that carry across impossible distances. Alpha calling to his mate. The phrase made something deep in my chest flutter with recognition I didn't want to examine. Because I'd heard those calls, hadn't I? Those impossible howls that seemed to speak my name in languages older than human civilization. I turned the page with trembling fingers, revealing an illustration that made my breath catch in my throat. The drawing showed a man mid-transformation—human features elongating into something decidedly canine, civilized clothing torn by muscles that expanded beyond mor

I sensed a stirring in my stomach, a sign that my wolf was awakening within me, igniting my transformation. As I peered into the mirror, my gaze was drawn to the intricate metallic flower pattern, igniting a familiar fire within me. My pulse raced, and my senses heightened. I could feel the wolf within me, eager to emerge. I inhaled deeply, attempting to steady my nerves. I couldn’t allow the transformation to take place now, especially not before heading to work. But it was already too late. The change had begun, and I could sense my body starting to morph. My hands shook as I clutched the door handle, desperately trying to maintain my human form. Yet, it was futile. The transformation surg

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the wave of heat that signaled Aeson rising to the surface. The transformation washed through me like liquid fire, bones elongating, muscles reconfiguring, skin yielding to fur. I felt my face reshape, my senses sharpen dramatically as my body completed its metamorphosis. The forest around me exploded into vivid detail—every rustling leaf, every subtle scent, every whisper of breeze against fur.

I can feel it trying to claw its way out of me. As Derrick’s mocking laugh resonates in my ears, I feel an inexplicable surge of energy coursing through my veins. My heart races, and a tingling sensation spreads throughout my body. Suddenly, a wave of intense pain washes over me, as if my very essence is being reshaped. I clutch my chest, unable to comprehend what is happening. My bones crack and reshape, my muscles tense and expand. It's a metamorphosis unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

No response came. The only sound I heard was the cracking of shells under my feet. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and walked up the spiral staircase. The walls were crusted with barnacles and algae. Occasionally, I saw some strange drawings, done by a black liquid of sorts. The drawings were rather abstract, but unmistakable. There were humans and fish, bodies twisting together into tangled lines. I understood it immediately. That was the transformation process. The humans warping in agony, growing scales, turning into a monster, and finally swimming into the deep sea.

I demanded, my voice cracking as I turned to the shaman who was also standing there, frozen under the impact of these sudden events. “I—I don’t know!” She stammered stumbling back, her eyes still locked on Mira. “This isn’t normal… she’s… transforming…” Before she could finish, Mira’s body convulsed dangerously. Her skin rippled all over her body and gray-white fur sprouted along her arms like a wave of moonlight. Her fingers twisted into sharp and deadly claws and her bones popped with sickening cracks that echoed off the distant forest. My heart stopped, seeing her transforming at such an unbelievable speed. This wasn’t normal… this was something else, something massive and definitely terr

The air buzzed around her as her shape began to tessellate, her skin stretching and twisting into otherworldly forms, the sides of her body warping and shifting like shifting glass. It was an overwhelming sense of control, of shaping the very world to her will. She was aware of the metamorphosis, aware of the aggression’s energy coursing through her, aware of her face transforming, her skin becoming smooth, her hair lengthening and changing to a silken shade of brown. Her bones snap, crackle and pop, and reform, becoming the willowy frame of the woman she is trying to impersonate. It was a grueling process, grounding in the best way, and it made her head spin with the thrust of power, and sh