He was afraid she would say just that, but what else could he do? He paced around the room for a moment before he finally settled before the window, opening it up to allow a cool breeze waft inside. He ducked his head down to look past the mesh screen; It was damn hard to tell through the clouds, and through the treebranches, but Charles knew it was there. He could feel the full moon.<br/><br/>Every lycanthrope was unique; Some lost themselves during the moonlight. Some didn't need moonlight at all. For Charles, it was a mixed bag. Simply being connected with the light of the full moon made it just that much easier to transform.<br/><br/>Already he could feel his face elongating, forming into a snout, and when he pulled back from the window to turn to her, long fangs were beginning to curl past his lips. Transformation was never really a thing of beauty; For as long as it took a werewolf to change, it looked like an affront to nature until the change was over. He could feel his shirt tightening... Charles didn't want to go the whole nine yards, and he willed the transformation to stop, and slowly the canine features would melt off of him. The fur that had sprouted on his forearms, face and neck would slowly turn back into fine, sparse human hair.<br/><br/>"Rwea?" He asked... It sounded not a damn thing like English, but his tongue had not grown proportionately with the rest of his face and he couldn't form the proper syllables.