I look from my hands to the moon. Crap! I’m not supposed to be changing. The vaccine isn’t working! My back arches back. I feel like exploding. My hands, they’re transforming into paws as fur spurt from my pores.
I raise my head to the moon and howl. Damn you, Adrian. Scratch me just to make me your guinea-pig?!
A loud painful crack brings tears to my eyes. My bones are snapping to be painfully reshaped. At last, my clothes rip apart as I finish my transformation as one last sentence escapes my lips. “I am coming for you, Adrian.”