Darcy
“Look, the best thing you can do for yourself is just relax. Once you realize that what you’re becoming is as much a part of you as anything else—your face, your smile, those cute dimples of yours—you’ll understand that you can control it.”
The sound of Fen’s calm, soft voice did little to soothe . He gripped at the confines of Uriah’s basement cell, willing the bars to break in his hands even though he knew they couldn’t.
“Until you learn that, you’ll have to stay in there, and I’ll have to be out here,” continued Fen as he rocked back and forth in a nearby chair.
“It’s not like I’m afraid of the transition or the pain that might come with it,” fumed through gritted teeth. “It’s knowing what is happening right now, and knowing that I can’t be a part of it.”
As though waiting for the right time, a feminine voice whispered inside the witch’s head. ?But you can be , Mr. Landon. Why, as a matter of fact, this cage your so-called friends have placed you in may be resistant to the strength of a werewolf, but what measly rolled steel bars can outmatch a powerful witch like yourself??
“N-no. Not again,” whimpered, ripping his shirt off as he fell to his knees. “Stay out of my head!”
“Your head?” Fen asked. “, are you hearing something? Or, rather, someone?”
“She’s in my head, Fen,” cried out. “I hear Luna talking to me, telling me to use my magic.”
“Oh, dear.” Fen’s expression changed from a look of compassion to one of worry. He fumbled for his cell phone. “Let me just contact Griff and the others.”
“What she’s saying makes so much sense, Fen,” wept as his hands transformed into claws.
Fen bit his lip, setting down his phone and pulling off his shirt. He unbuckled his pants as the shadow of before him shifted and changed, growing larger and larger.
“Could it be you then?” Fen asked himself as he stepped out of his jeans and underwear. “The Wolf with Two Powers?”
“Whether bars that constrict or ties that bind, no physical barriers restrain my mind,” huffed as his soft skin became rough and sprouted hair. “Whether bars that constrict or ties that bind, no physical barriers?—”
“Enough!” Fen howled in a deep, wolf-like voice, quickly reaching his full transformation.
The steel bars rattled as though Uriah’s house was in the middle of an earthquake. Breaking off its hinges, the cell door smashed into Fen’s wolf form with a defiant thud. Both Fen and the door crashed into the far wall of the basement, Fen fainting as he transitioned back to his human form.
A brand new werewolf bolted up the basement stairs and made his way to Uriah’s front door.