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Levi and I look at each other, and I shrug. “I don’t know,” I tell him, “If it does work, it should happen soon.” “How will we know,” he asks, “What will happen?” Before I can answer him, the creature stops howling. We look at the one way glass, and it starts to transform. It’s tail begins to disappear first, shrinking until it vanishes, as if it has never existed. Its face begins to change next. Wolf ears shrink to human size, sharp fangs disappear to become human teeth. In a few moments there is a remarkably ordinary looking human man seated in the chair. He appears to be in his thirties, and looks, understandably, stunned.

Maybe the only way I can change our fate is to change myself. Metamorphosis is difficult, painful, and complex. Before true change can happen, there needs to be a spark, a catalyst, an event so overwhelming that the only way to survive is to evolve. Watching Arthur fall to the floor, and then waking to him not able to move, not able to respond, reaching the end of my emotional tether--this is my catalyst moment.

I hear a metallic grinding sound from the door, anticipating it to open, but it remains shut. I push through the final stage of my metamorphosis until I can no longer hold back my scream. As I release the pain and heat within, my cry reverberates loudly, higher-pitched than ever before. A blinding light erupts from my abdomen. In an instant, I find myself standing in an endless white abyss. There's no pain, no scream, and no anger. I look around, bewildered, and call out, "Hello? Am I dead?" I turn in every direction, seeking clarity.

I need no one to tell me, I was becoming something more than human, something wild and untamed, I could feel it in my vein. As the transformation reached its climax, a painful howl escaped from my lips as felt my bones crack like it was breaking into two. The pain was unbearable but I was determined not to let anytime stop my transformation and so I endured with the last strength I had in me. Slowly, the pain went away and I opened my eyes to see the faces of everyone staring at me with pride and admiration. Otis leapt into the air happily and transformed into his wolf before releasing a loud howl of triumph.

But their voices barely reach my ears through the roaring pain flooding my body. Whether they order it or not… I am going to shift. A burning sensation spreads through my eyes, making my vision blur. My fingers tremble as sharp claws suddenly burst through the tips. My hands twist painfully, bones bending and reshaping as they slowly transform into paws. My legs follow soon after. The pain becomes unbearable. My balance collapses completely, and I fall forward as my newly formed paw slams against the dusty ground. More bones snap. More muscles stretch and tear before reforming.

Mordeu growled loudly, almost the sound of a roar. Cillian fell to the ground. During the transformation, he had shifted from beside Mordeu so he could vividly see for himself the marvelous act of transforming. However, it was nothing like he thought it would be, especially as a vague sense of pain came from his bones as the transformation started, which slowly turned into an excruciating pain that he could no longer try to suppress. He fell to his knees, screaming in pain—an indescribable pain.

“And then I become a wolf. How does that actually happen? Does hair just grow? Because I hate to think of what shaving my legs will be like.” “Ah.” Ryan frowns. “Your body goes through metamorphosis. And…” He pauses and sighs. “Let me guess, it’s not a painless thing.” He shakes his head. “No, it’s not.” “All because I pushed a button I shouldn’t have.” I lean forward and grab my mug of tea. “And even worse, my bestie is probably begging and pleading her life away to try to get me out of it. But there’s no getting out of this, is there?” I take a sip of the scalding tea and gulp it down to avoid burning my tongue worse only to sear my throat as well, and I slam the mug down on the table.

While Elara had been shielded by Kazimir, Jun had been fully submerged in the violet-tinted spray. "Jun? Talk to me, buddy," Kazimir said, crawling toward him. Jun was curled into a ball, his skin glowing with a sickly, translucent violet light. His veins were turning black, standing out against his skin like a map of a strange, dark river. He began to shake, not from cold, but from a Cellular Metamorphosis (a rapid, forced change in a biological organism’s DNA). "It’s... it’s cold..." Jun wheezed. His eyes snapped open. They were no longer human. The pupils had vanished, replaced by solid, glowing violet orbs. "I can hear... everything. The station... it’s screaming."

His entire form vibrates with barely contained bloodlust, his chest heaving like a war drum signaling victory and death. But his eyes—those hauntingly familiar eyes—they lock on me with laser precision. And something profound changes in that moment of connection. The beast slows his advance, the aggression in his posture softening almost imperceptibly. His labored breathing gradually evens, the savage rhythm giving way to something more controlled, more... human. And right before our disbelieving eyes, his body begins to shift in a transformation both beautiful and terrifying. Bones crack and realign with audible snaps that make my stomach turn. Chocolate-brown fur retracts into pores that s

Nikola, Menelik, and the others present, watched, as Melinda's body forcefully underwent the metamorphosis. In the cylindrical structure, Melinda's body continued to convulse with energy, a visible aura emanating from the chamber. Vivid flashes of light enveloped Melinda's body, casting dancing shadows upon the laboratory walls. Her eyes widened with a mixture of anguish and defiance as the transformation engulfed her.