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as her ex held his flashlight against Yandel’s throat and held it tight—but the grin on Marshall’s face struck a fear into her that would not let her move. She sunk to her knees, weeping, pleading with him to stop as Yandel’s eyes rolled back in his head. Horrified, desperately wanting to look away, she knelt transfixed instead as the kind, handsome stranger’s skin grew pale—began sprouting fur?
                  Her jaw dropped and her breath caught in her throat as Yandel let out a roar that shook the very walls of the cabin, he raised a great, sharp-clawed paw and struck Marshall across the face with it.
                  Serenity’s ex yowled, bewildered. Yandel convulsed, spine curling unnaturally as his head sank between—shoulders? forelegs? When he raised it up it was twisted in an animal scowl, handsome human features replaced by the bloodthirsty visage of a wolf in a corner.
                  “Aww, fu—”
                  Marshall didn’t get to finish his exclamation. Serenity jumped up on the table in horror as he sprawled under the wolf’s pouncing hulk. She expected it to go for his throat---instead, it pawed him over and raked at the shirt on his back until his skin was exposed.
                  The wolf’s face seemed to plunge straight into Marshall’s back; when it pulled back, it dragged a rib out with it. Claws and teeth worked together until Serenity’s ex fell silent, his lungs torn and hanging from his ribs. The beast paused for a few moments to finish off the pink, spongy delicacy before picking up Marshall’s carcass by the arm and worrying it until it came apart from his body.
                  Serenity could do nothing but stare in horror as the beast that had been Yandel tossed the arm toward the shower, scrambled for it, and picked it up again. It carried it to the other corner, dropped it, and started rubbing its face on it gleefully.
                  When Serenity let out a horrified whimper, the beast turned its gleaming grey eyes on her. A low growl rumbled from its throat as it stalked towards her, hackles on end and teeth fully bared.
                  She screamed as the wolf leapt up at her, knocking her off the table with both paws and landing on top of her. Serenity covered her throat with her hands, familiar enough with being attacked by Marshall’s hounds that she at least knew how to prolong this misery a little longer.
                  “Please,” she begged, staring up into the wolf’s eyes as it pawed at her chest and snarled in her face. “Please, Yandel, please, come back.” She sobbed at the memory of what he’d been, the memory of how his body was supposed to feel on top. “I don’t care what you are,” she pleaded. “I don’t care if you want me to leave, I don’t care if you want me to love you—” she gasped for breath. “Just, please, please, be Yandel again! ”
                  The wolf’s eyes stayed fixed on hers; its lips stayed curled above its teeth. Suddenly, it yelped and jumped back; it clawed at its face as it began to warp and stretch. The transformation that had happened only a few long minutes ago was somehow reversing, as hideously and bizarrely as before.
                  When it was done, Yandel lay naked on the floor, his body covered in sweat. He stared silently at Serenity for a few moments before rolling over and curling his knees to his chest.
                  Serenity stood up and looked around the cabin. She decided that she no longer wanted to be naked, and went to the bed to pick up some of her clothes. The very act of doing something so mundane was enough to calm her, to get the gears of her brain working again. Once she was dressed, she returned to Yandel’s side. His eyes were clamped shut; his jaw worked beneath the skin.
                  For a moment, Serenity tried