Truth be told, Isaac could probably say whatever he wants; it's hard to tell whether Peter's even aware that the other two boys are there anymore. It's hard to blame him for that, because claws are working through the skin over his knuckles and the flesh of his arms and legs is tearing, his bones are shifting and breaking and unbreaking, and the wolf inside wants out. He drives his hands into the ground, arches his shoulders, trying to tear his way out of what is now a very ill-fitting man-coat.
Peter gags, retches, bears his teeth in a snarl as they begin to fall out, fangs pushing through. And then after that, a muzzle, forcing its way out through what used to be Peter's lips.
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Truth be told, Isaac could probably say whatever he wants; it's hard to tell whether Peter's even aware that the other two boys are there anymore. It's hard to blame him for that, because claws are working through the skin over his knuckles and the flesh of his arms and legs is tearing, his bones are shifting and breaking and unbreaking, and the wolf inside wants out. He drives his hands into the ground, arches his shoulders, trying to tear his way out of what is now a very ill-fitting man-coat.
Peter gags, retches, bears his teeth in a snarl as they begin to fall out, fangs pushing through. And then after that, a muzzle, forcing its way out through what used to be Peter's lips.
Might be a good time to look away.