Muscles stretched, joints popped, skin flayed and regrew to accommodate all the new mass and hair.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart jumped at their son, but only landed in a pile of broken wood, glass and drywall as Wilder tore through the bay window in full were-form.
He didn't shape-shift to fight. He shifted because in that form he could run along at thirty miles per hour, easily outpacing any regular human.
Get away, Wilder thought. Get away and figure this out-
Thinking he'd see his parents standing in the ruins of the cabin or on the porch watching their son escape, Wilder looked over a shoulder as he sprinted through the woods.
His monstrous mom and dad were only five or ten yards behind him, running fu...
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