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Even so, I didn’t have the time to feel pain or shock, and I kept my eyes tightly shut, trembling even as I felt everything. Amidst the endlessly grilling process, Dicken held on tightly to my body until my transformation was complete. I leaned over his broad chest, and though my brain was mush and my spirit was utterly worn, I was tormented by my receptivity after mutating, and instinctively coiled my recently formed tail over Dicken’s, grinding and caressing like a newborn child thirsting for milk.

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

I dropped to my knees, my entire body shaking uncontrollably. At first, fear paralyzed me. I had just undergone surgery—could my body even handle this? Would I rip myself apart? But then a soft voice echoed inside me— Trust me. Trust us. Saya. I let go. The shift wasn’t brutal like I remembered it being in the old stories. It was... fluid. Like pouring water into a new shape. Pain still lanced through my body, especially across the scar, but it was bearable. Transformative. Bones cracked, reshaped. My skin tingled, dissolved, replaced by a soft, thick coat. I stretched, gasping, feeling muscles tighten and lengthen. My vision shifted—sharper, clearer, more vivid than ever before.