The pelt on Jack's wolf burst open with a dull ripping noise and Jack's body swelled in size. He groaned with pleasure as his spine broke and folded, as his hips ruptured and tipped him forward onto all fours.
But something was wrong. The sweet agony of the transformation refused to fade. The wolf inside him was only half out, still constrained. His blood boiled around bones that were fused stuck and solid in unnatural shapes. He yelped and screamed; the power to reason scraped away – only the power to feel remaining.
Jack saw Tabitha and the professor advancing on him again. And this time, he was powerless to fight back.
*****
Ava stared in horror at the screen as Maski called out for calm. The camera had been put down somewhere now, and showed a frantic, twisted figure on its knees, shaking and screaming in the middle of the room.
