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- The Wolf needed no further prompting. His arms remained locked, holding the rat at bay, but the limbs bulged and contorted, and his hands elongated into claws. The rat began to find the youth’s stomach impregnable, as his torso was transformed into the muscular body of the Werewolf. Drew could feel the bones beneath his skin growing and morphing, his jaws cracking and dislocating as they became a canine muzzle. The pain wasn’t nearly as great as it used to be. Manfred’s lessons had taught him not just to channel his lycanthropy but to speed it along painlessly. In moments he was transformed.
- B2 P1 C3
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