It Begins
CRACK CRACK CRACK
Horrific sounds of bones breaking and shifting rang through the night, and despite steeling her resolve, Theresa couldn't help but place a hand over her mouth at the jarring noise.
Even Kris frowned a little, but despite this, they stood firm in their positions.
Even as Mike's body contorted grotesquely against the chains binding him and his muffled screams tore through his throat.
None of them moved, not yet. They just watched, burning the scene in their memory as they acted like wards to watch their friend.
Slowly, though, the transformation progressed, and even with the chains, it didn't take much effort to see the shape Mike was taking.
'Is that not just a werewolf?' Theresa frowned.
While she certainly wasn't overly knowledgeable on mythological creatures, she still had her phase of reading certain spicy novels with werewolves in them, no matter how brief, and no matter how she looked at it, Mike's form fit that description perfectly.
