A shot of pain ran down her spine, it was not the first of the night, and it was not going to be the last. She was shifting, but she was prepared. As much as one ever could for the situation. This was not her first, or her worst for the case, in the ways to shift. This time she had the advantage of Wolfsbane, something denied in her first case, but despite this she knew it was not going to be any easier. She'd learned that once overwhelmed by pain, it didn't matter if it was better or worse then overwhelming pain, it was overwhelming. Same as it did not matter if a flood was better or worse, the land was still flooded. Just because it was somewhat more bearable did not make it better. And as such, just because the Wolfsbane dampened the pain, did not mean it was better to undergo the pain of with Wolfsbane, compared to without.

Another stab of pain, her heart thudded hard inside her chest. She sat in the middle of the cell, devoid of all things, for anything she took with her would be destroyed. Even with the clearer mind brought by the potion. Her legs were crossed with her hands on her knees, to wait for the time she would cease to exist, even if temporarily. It was never something she would be able to control a fear over, but she would manage regardless.

She sunk her head low and closed her eyes, her mind seeked to focus on something else, a strong memory.

She had followed a lead, the Snatchers, they were hiding here. The cave was hidden well, she should of summoned aid, but she knew they'd scatter in the time. There was no choice, she was the only thing that could get to them in time to kill them. By herself, taking them alive is impossible, it was better to rid them once and for all. Slowly she crept in, they'd set a spell to prevent apparition, she would use that to her advantage, if the situation became untenable, she would collapse the caves, trap them all inside. Better they all go then any of them escape. The first of them appeared sh-

She arched her back, more pain shot up her spine, a gasp escaped in her breath but she was convinced, certain, resolute, she would not scream. No matter how bad the pain became, she would not scream. A minor victory, all things considered. But perhaps, although it will never be pleasant, it will always hurt, she had years, twelve transformations a year, she would train herself to manage. To the point that while it would never be painless, never be right, she can slip freely into the transformation. She wo-

She wouldn't be able to escape. She was pinned behind a rock, to her side was one snatcher dead on the ground, she'd managed to take out a few, but there were far more then she thought, she figured there must of been about five or six, admittedly that was far more then she was meant to be able to fight. But the element of surprise was always worth a chance, she did manage to get two down at the first place, however more had come out of tents that were set up in the cave. She was going to have to collapse it, however a covered object near her was shaking and rattling, it was a chance. She cast a spell, and realized her mistake, out of the cage a-

She bit her lip tight to suppress a cry, she tore the skin, blood ran down her lip as she shuddered. extremely colourful words escaped her, she did her best to catch her breath, it was getting harder to breathe, she knew it, her skin ached as if it was being stretched thing, pushed against her body, as if she was growing more and expanding that she would simply burst open, she resisted the urge to scratch at herself, to claw, she relaxed her hands, having noticed the nails had found a deep purchase into the flesh. She closed her eyes again, with the thumping of her heart she had to concentrate... S-

She was in a cage, half starved, they had removed everything from her, rifling through her property for what they could get to identify her, at first they thought they were going to ransom her, but they had other plans. She had new scars over her body, with the cage burning her. After awhile she realized what had happened, she had been turned into a Werewolf, trapped in a silver cage. They starved her, not completely, every few days she would be given a piece of bread, some water, a piece of fruit, nothing good, no meat. She felt a sharp pain tear across her body, her veins bursting, she screamed. A ruckus of a laugh erupted, she knew what they were planning now. The other werewolf was in a larger cage, a built arena. They knew who would win, but they wanted the sport. She felt herself turning, they were moving towards her cage, she braced herself, despite changing. She would fight her way out, she won't surrender, she'l-

She threw herself back onto the back, writhing in pain, desperately gasping for breath, by now the hair was growing, she felt her heart pounding harder and harder, her lungs were too small, her heart had to beat a million beats a second to keep the blood pumping through her. She covered her mouth with her hands, tears flowing out as she struggled to hold the pain, a snap, then another, then another, her ribs snapped, then reformed bigger, now too big for her muscle, her flesh. She took short, sharp breathes. She had to hold it back, she ne-

Air, she needed air. She crawled out of the cave, retching as she did, dragging herself along the wet, mossy, dirty floor. Clutching her wand tightly, dirt, grime, blood, all smeared over her. She felt the sun on her skin, it hurt, her body ached, everything about her hurt, nothing felt right, but the heat of the sun, blazing and burning her skin, it felt so good. She took deep breathes, air had never smelt so sweet to her before. She shuddered and gagged, barely able to keep herself together as she pointed the wand to the sky, red sparks launched as she gave in, throwing up onto the ground, she didn't want to look, but she knew what was in it, chunks of half digested meat, blood, and pieces of bone. She had to hold on, they'll rescue....she wo-

She would die, she clutched her chest, arms snapping, elongating, reforming, every bone broke along her body, reshaping, her lungs burst, only to be quickly replaced by a freshly grown set crushing the remains against her chest as she took deep breathes, her heart exploded as it was pressed against her ribs, the pressure of the new heart had been too much, she wasn't going to scream, she cannot scream, she canno-

She cannot go on, she sat there, blankly staring at the table. They were asking questions, telling her of what would happen from now on, what she would need to do, but she hadn't heard anything, she looked her hands, it had been a week since then, she'd showered several times, bathed several times, done everything she could, she still wasn't clean. She doubted she would ever be, all the filth, all the mud, all the gore, it would never wash off from her. She knew she wouldn't forget what happened in there, as much as she wished, what happened to her, what they did, what they did to her, none would ever leave her again. Thankfully other then the abuse, the starvation, the fact she was a lycanthrope now. Nothing else had happened, she would need more time to recover, she had barely been allowed out of a hospital room with a Hit-Wix guard. She felt like a prisoner, but she knew it was to protect her. Incase any survived, if anything were to happen to her. If anything it was more humiliating to have a guard watch her 24/7 then it was in the cage. Thankfully was an odd word to use in the case, but she supposed she should be thankful there were no other physical effects, other then the lycanthropy, and the scars from that, nothing would be permanent physically. A hand went to her stomach, thankfully. They called out her name, she snap-

She snapped to attention, a growl emanating from her, she snapped her neck to the side as her body hunched over, drool fell from her lips, a snarl formed over her head, teeth barring in her snout, she stared at the door, it was a way out, she wanted to be free, to roam, to feel the grass in her claws, to hunt, feed. She slammed into the door, it wouldn't budge, the metal burned her, she stumbled back, she wouldn't scream, not now. She needed food, she needed to hunt, screaming was not a concern.

They got down onto all fours, then slammed at the door again, and again, before learning it would not budge. With a snarl she bunched her legs up, arched her back to the sky.

The being that was Tara howled into the cell. Outside it was echoed, at first one, then two, then a dozen, then a hundred similar voices.

All echoed the howl.