Layton's heart stirred in his chest. Something was wrong.
The stirring grew to a rapid pounding. His entire body quaked.
What was happeNI-He let out a strangled cry of pain as he crumpled to the floor. His blood burned like fire through his veins. He curled his limbs closer to his body, begging whatever higher power there was, if there were one at all, for the pain to stop.
He felt his fingers elongate, his nails sharpening into claws. He lifted his hand, watching it change shape. He shook his head, his rational mind struggling for any sort of logic.
Fear comes from things we have little to no knowledge about.
He was afraid.
Another surge of pain shot through his spine. He sprawled onto the floor on his stomach. He grit his teeth, tearing at the floor with these new talons, but that only made the pain greater.
He sucked in a deep breath, and against his own will, he howled.
His eyes widened.
No.
Werewolves.
Aren't.
Real.