As she spoke to him, Grian felt more and more uneasy. The wolf inside him could break free any minute... No, he couldn't allow him to! That would mean his death... This girl was armed.<br/><br/>Her voice was just an echo in his ears as she stepped back. For a moment, he stared into the distance with empty eyes, dropping his hands onto the table. His head was spinning and he was feeling sick.<span style="font-style: italic">Please, just not now. Someone tell me this isn't happening. Tie me down, just don't let it happen...</span><br/><br/>All of a sudden, his back arched, and he turned the chair over, falling back. In a break of a moment, his body changed - from scrawny, skin and bones, he grew into a mass of muscles. His legs and arms changed shape, growing sharp claws, and his teeth became sharp. His head was thrown back, quickly turning into that of a large black wolf with vibrant green eyes. A beast, covered in thick, unruly fur, scarred and intimidating. He looked nothing like his human form, which was, even though not in an amazing shape, looking refined and elegant. The wolf was a beast, designed to kill with perfection. Claws like sickles, fangs like daggers, with wide shoulders and a flame burning in those eyes.<br/><br/>The change happened in little more than a second. For a moment, the wolf stared at the girl, but all of a sudden, something pulled its head to the other side. The beast was tossed to the side by something invisible, hit the wall with the strength of a boulder, thrown into it, and lifelessly collapsed onto the floor. However, what landed in the corner was no wolf - in the middle of the fall, Grian became human again, and it was his pale, thin figure again.<br/><br/>He managed it. He controlled the wolf and made it return to the depths it emerged from. No one was hurt... No one...<br/><br/>He raised himself to his elbows on the floor, drawing short breaths in. Turning into a wolf and back in such rapid succession was straining and painful for his muscles and bones, which grew and changed in shape radically twice in just a few moments. His entire body was shaking, but as he raised his head to look at the girl, his eyes widened in horror. A halberd.<br/><br/>His instincts got him moving again, and he scrambled to the corner of the room, pressing his back onto the wall and pulling his knees to his chest to make the area of his body her weapons could hurt as little as possible.<br/><br/>He could feel tears, running down his white face, ghastly pale from horror and surprise. She will kill him now... She will, he knew it. More tears welled out of his eyes at the realization that these moments were most likely his last. To die like this... In a withered hut, covering in the corner. Though, with him will go the beast, too, and maybe it was better that it was like that. He couldn't allow it to break free ever again.<br/><br/>But he didn't want to die. Even though he had very little to live for... A part of him was terrified of death.