Darren's POV
Slowly, one of the werewolves began to transform.
Bone-creaking sounds filled the air, his body contorting at irregular angles. He grew taller, his bones trying to break through flesh and skin. His fingers broke and healed themselves continuously. He seemed to be in pain, but his face remained plain. Clearly, this experience was not foreign to him, and he had possibly done it a hundred times.
The couple froze in fear, their mouths hanging open. Unfortunately, there was still more to come.
The werewolf grew taller, his human frame now contorted. His skin was stretched, but his face still held a weird smile. His fingernails grew three inches, ending in sharp tips. His fingers bled, but he didn't flinch in the slightest. His white skin grew hair in large amounts, sprouting wild in seconds, turning him into a mass of light brown hair.
