Laurel curled up at the end of the bed as a wolf might after she had suddenly become faint. She watched her shaking hands as her fingernails grew into claws, while two of her teeth painfully formed into fangs. Frightenedly she watched, unable to stop herself from turning into a creature she did desire to be. Laurel silently worried that if the procedure could change her physically it could change her mentally as well. Her worst fear was that she would become like her father.
Razeth was calming down a bit and rested his head aginst the wall. He turned to look at Laurel quietly.