We all settled down in the cabin, the group finding spots to rest or prepare for the night. Despite the calm, I couldn't shake the odd sensation of being in my human form again. It felt foreign—like I was wearing someone else's skin. The power I had in my beast form was muted, though I could still feel it beneath the surface, waiting.
The others seemed more at ease with my transformation, but for me, there was a lingering discomfort. I flexed my hands again, staring at the longer fingers, the darker color of my eyes when I caught my reflection in one of the cracked windows. Everything felt slightly off, like I had become a new version of myself—stronger, taller, but also more distant.
I let out a small breath, feeling the weight of it. Being human again didn't feel like it used to. There was something detached, something less natural about it.
The others were talking quietly amongst themselves, making plans for the next steps.
Claire noticed my quietness and asked, "Everything alright?"
I glanced her way, my expression still calm, but I couldn't hide the feeling of disconnection. "It just feels… strange. Being human again."
Leon leaned back, resting against the wall. "Yeah, I bet going from giant to, well, that"—he gestured to my current form—"would be an adjustment."
Chris nodded. "But you still have control. That's what matters."
I gave a slow nod, appreciating the sentiment. Control was important, and for now, I had it. But the strangeness lingered, and I knew it would take time before this form felt like it truly belonged to me again.
