She stands upright about a foot taller, with her surprisingly beautiful deep red fur. Looking up at me with those entrancing emerald eyes, I swear she has that same devilish grin on her now canine face.
“Frida, take it easy, we don’t want to kill him. He needs to learn how to control his power. Not rely on it just happening,” Achilles mutters in a low, calm tone.
She looks at him and they lock eyes as to say don’t worry about it. “Okay, then proceed,” he replies.
Perplexed by what is happening, she turns back and locks eyes with me and suddenly I hear Frida’s voice say,“Here I come,” but she is just staring at me. Her mouth didn’t even move.
Am I hearing things now?
“No you’re not and she’s about to attack, move,” my wolf shouts.
She hunches over slightly and lunges at me, baring her fangs and claws. Throwing my arms up to protect myself, her fangs sink deep into my right arm. Then she grabs my left arm and right shoulder and lifts me off the ground. Once again I hear her voice.
“I told you I was going to make you my new chew toy,” she somehow says as she actually starts chewing on my arm before throwing me to the ground and jumping back.
“It can’t be,”my wolf mutters.
“You better think of something quick, Evander, because I’m not going to stop her like I did Perseus,” Achilles yells. “Perseus lost control, but Frida is in full control of her actions. That rage you felt with the demon and the anger that you felt against Perseus, try to manifest that feeling and use it to transform,” Achilles remarks, trying to guide me.
Hearing that, I get back on my feet and square up to Frida. I lower my head, shut my eyes, and try to imagine the demon that attacked me, but I can’t.
“Give me control now, I can stop this,”he shouts.
Reluctantly I give him control, as the blood runs down my arm just like it did from the demon’s fangs.
It’s not rage that builds, but something else as it feels like a fire is enveloping my entire body. The heat is becoming overwhelming and my bones start to break, shift and elongate.
The burn turns into an insatiable itch and I helplessly scratch at my chest and arms, noticing the skin has started to tear, and that jet black fur… no,myblack fur starts to become exposed.
The heat subsides in the areas where my fur gets exposed, so I scratch harder, ripping the flesh away from my body as my finger and toenails quickly grow into claws.
Looking down at my feet, the bones between the heel and toes begin to elongate too.
My vision goes blurry, but only for a moment before coming back sharper, crisper. I can see things in much better detail than before and I can now spot things that are hundreds of yards away like they are right in front of me.
“Serafine, stop,” my wolf yells, catching Frida by surprise or at least I thought as she stands up dropping her guard.
“How did you know my wolf’s name?”Frida asks.
“Serafine, don’t you remember me? It’s Fenrir,” my wolf, I mean Fenrir, asks.
Stepping forward she reaches for us, “It can’t be… I watched you die, this isn’t possible,” Serafine, taking control, responded in disbelief.
Again I hear Frida’s voice. “Serafine what are you doing? Who is Fenrir?” she shouts, trying to regain control, but Serafine’s emotions are overwhelming her as she runs up to us, and our embrace is that of kindred spirits. I have no fucking clue what is happening.
“It’s been a long time, but somehow I’m back,” Fenrir tells her, holding on tight. As they both settle in the embrace, allowing Frida and I to regain control and shift back. Still embarrassing, we quickly realize what’s going on and we both retreat a little.
“Well that was fucking weird,” Achilles shouts. “Fridawhat the hell happened? It’s been centuries since you’ve lost control of Serafine.”
“I have no idea Serafine saw Evander’s wolf, and when he said Fenrir she lost control and took over. That has never happened before,” she replies confused.
“I remember a person, must have been more than two thousand years ago, his wolf was named Fenrir. He died in battle fighting against Satan himself, so I thought he and Fenrir were obliterated. Maybe I was wrong, we will see,” Achilles mutters with a weary tone.
“Well you were able to shift, not the way we had hoped but you still did.Just remember this if you and Fenrir are in sync with each other, the transformation becomes, well kinda like sex; it gets easier, less painful and even fun the more you do it,” Frida replies, blushing a little.
“What does she mean fun?”
“I mean that the more you transform the less it hurts, the faster you can transform and like with what Perseus did you can make the transformation fun. As soon as he started to transform he attacked. That red mist you saw was his skin disintegrating from the power of his attack,” she continued.
