Megan stared, stunned. "Are you… are you turning into a wolf?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, more breath than sound.
Orion couldn't speak. He looked down at his hands — if he could still call them that. His fingers were gnarled and lengthening, nails sharpening like talons. His shoulders quivered violently, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"I can't —I don't know how to stop it," he choked out, his voice trembling as much as his body.
This had never happened before. He'd heard the wolf. Felt him. But this— this was something else. Something raw and terrifying. Was it because of the wolf's longing to be free? What's really happening?
Megan hovered helplessly, eyes wide, her hands frozen halfway between reaching and retreating. "If only Artemis were here… damn it," she whispered, panicked. She had no idea what to do, only that something unnatural was taking over the man she'd come to care for.
