Drew On- Hand

Drew stared up at the moon and let in the Wolf completely. The transformation was fast, racing through his body and giving him new life and energy. The sudden pain in his wrist demanded his attention. His lupine eyes focused, the change continuing as his arm and hand enlarged around the manacle. He could feel bones breaking inside the iron bracelet and tried to banish the pain. When the change was complete he assessed his wrist once more, expecting the hand to have come away.

It was still there, swollen, throbbing, covered in blood. But the hand remained connected to his arm, manacle in place.
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The Werewolf ran his tongue over his deadly teeth. Quickly his jaws clamped around his hand, biting down hard and worrying it loose. The pain was blinding, but he wouldn’t be halted. Drew ripped through the bone, pulling his hand away and spitting it out. He heard the chain and manacle clatter to the ground; he was free at last.

B2 P5 C6