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was. Chapter 51 Ava pov My eyes landed on the figure ahead, as I saw a wolf transforming into its full form. I had never seen anything like this; the way the body and bones were breaking and rearranging themselves left my mouth hanging in amazement. The red eyes soon landed on me, and frightened creeps in, I start to run to my room. A hand gripped me, and as I wanted to scream, it covered my mouth. My eyes widened as I tried to see who it was. The moon soon shined on us, and his face came into view.

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

I could feel the dark magic flowing through it and unlike the day I met Arwan and Fen, it felt like a part of me instead of a foreign invader. As if sensing me not knowing where to start or how to find the information I needed, the book pages began to flutter. I watched curiously as the fluttering increased and the pages started rapidly turning before suddenly stopping. It had turned itself to a page filled with an image of a vampire. It looked human, if it hadn't been for the heading, I wouldn't have known what it was. I whispered thanks to book, shaking my head at the notion of talking to it, and eagerly began to read.

I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the transformation begin to take hold. My bones cracked and shifted, my body elongating and furring over. She turned away, granting me the privacy I needed to complete the arduous process. Once the transformation was complete, I took my first step towards her before I stopped in my track and swiveled my head. That smell. I could smell the metallic scent, like cooked flesh, but it wasn't from the direction we had came from. Grunting to get Katrina's attention, I turned and moved down the river.

Noah and I--we wont give up on each other. Chi was far away, but floating toward her, making loops in the air. The nearer he got, the larger he appeared, swelling until he was two, then three, then ten times the size of the small stone gargoyle she had traveled with. Then the real metamorphosis began: Behind his shoulders, a pair of thicker, fuller, jet-black wings burs t forth, shattering his familiar small stone wings into a chaos of broken bits. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened and expanded across his entire body until he looked horrifically shriveled and old. The claws on his feet and hands grew longer, sharper, yellower.

"After all, I dont have any basis to show you, I only have my gut feel and its not very helpful at all." "But you're right. My scholar is the murderer." "Yeah..." She whispered. "What are we going to do now? What if we die here? What if–" "Shh... calm down Doreen." Alistair said. "I know this book wont allow that." She heaves out a sigh. "I hope you're right." I hope this book wont really forsake us. Because so far, the only good thing that she experienced inside this book is meeting the author itself– Metamorphoses also known as Prince Alistair. Cheesy right? But that's how she truly feel right now. She's thankful that she met the man who's in front of her right now.

Chapter 6 I´m running as fast as my legs will carry me. I dodge outcropping rocks and roots. My footing is sure and agile, adapting to the uneven terrain. But I have no control. It´s as if my instincts have taken over me. The full moon beckons. I run beyond the tree line that opens on to a cliff overlooking the whole Wolf Springs. The moon is calling to me. I collapse to the ground right beside the cliff edge as my transformation begins. The pain begins anew as every bone in my body seems to break, reforming into something inhuman. My limbs bend in weird angles, bones cracking.

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.

A thin book wedged between two larger ones. "Shifting Disorders in Common Bloodlines." My heart started racing. I pulled it out with shaking hands. The cover was worn and faded, but the pages inside were clear enough. "Chapter Three: Incomplete Transformations." I could barely breathe as I read. "Some wolves experience difficulty completing their first shift. This can be caused by trauma, fear, or psychological blocks..." This was it. This was what was wrong with me. I kept reading, my excitement growing. "The following ritual has been used successfully to break through mental barriers preventing full transformation..."

The beam of light came in, hovered in front of me, and moved out again. Oh! Maybe, it wanted me to try going out through the opening. But, wasn’t this room enchanted? I decided to try transforming into my energy form, and Lo and behold, I could. I quickly grabbed the book and whizzed into the opening. It seemed like a dark tunnel but only for a second. I kept moving further and further into the tunnel. It felt like it was never-ending. At one point in time, I felt like just going back to the room, but I pushed myself to go further, reminding myself that Eva’s life could be in danger.