Chapter 128

What happened next wasn't pretty. Hair started sprouting from his body in ripples. It reminded me of a wheat field and the way the air seemed to make the stalks move in waves. He howled again, and it seemed there was pain in the cry.

I tried to swallow.

Paul shook his head back and forth and gripped his head in hands that were hooked and taloned. Paul's face elongated with a series of cracks. Fine black hair sprouted, and his nose became canine. In less than a minute, the new Paul crouched before me. He was bigger, taller … and I wouldn't have recognized him if I hadn't seen him change before my eyes.

Unlike an actual wolf, the Werewolf looked like a monster. Paul was black with thick hair covering his entire body. His chest had lighter fur that ran down to his groin. I could see his genitalia, which was more human than animal, his scrotum covered in finer hair and his penis thick between his thighs. Those thighs were roped with muscles that stood out barely confined by his skin. Bu