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“Trevor,” he whispered, “they’re gone, let’s go.”

Trevor didn’t respond. In fact, he gave no indication that he was still living. Samuel moved closer, and I wished I could tell him not to get too close, to avoid whatever the boys had been turned into. But of course, I had no control over the past.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, but Samuel reached for his friend’s shoulder. “Trevor, please.”

The minute Samuel touched him, Trevor whipped around, snapping jaws that were full of small, sharp teeth. He was stuck somehow between both forms. Gasping, Samuel stumbled back, and Trevor got to his feet. He stalked forward, and with each step, his skin rippled as he transformed some more. Soon, the boy was gone, and the wolf took his place.

In the darkness, Trevor’s eyes glowed amber, and his claws dug into the soil, ready to pounce.

Samuel whirled around and ran as fast as he could. Behind him, he heard the small, crazed howl of the feral pup his friend had become. He slapped his hands ov