NARRATOR

He lifted his head and roared to the skies, a guttural sound ripped from the depths of his throat, sending flocks of birds scattering in terror at the absolute predator about to emerge.

Alexia saw it all. A murky yellow liquid trickled down her legs. The stench of fear, of death, thickened the air.

Even so, she saw one last chance to escape. While Elliot wrestled with these strange new sensations—no longer suppressing them, but letting them flow like a dam fully unleashed—she stumbled to her feet, urine still streaming down her thighs, and began to run in a frantic, staggering sprint, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the beast.

Elliot collapsed onto all fours, hands and knees pressing into the ground. His nails, now black, even those on his feet, lengthened, shredding through his boots like sharpened blades.

His jaw stretched, reshaping, ready to expand into a ferocious muzzle. His skin burned as if flayed alive, every hair follicle dilating, preparing