Chương 208: The ache of fading

He tried to hold in his screams but it was damn difficult, every speck of agony he had during the shift was now back but felt doubled.

At this moment in time he could call being a werewolf a curse, just as the sun hit him all reason returned and he came out of that hunger and blood thirst.

Maybe it was the wolf who wanted all of the fun but none of the pain, and when the sunlight touched him gave Nic all control over his body back.

Pops and cracks made him groan and twist, he watched through teared eyes his hands shrunk, miss form and reshape into human ones, the claws drew back under his nails leaving drips of blood behind.

The fur coat he had on now lied like a nest around him, he shed it completely, and that was new, he doesn't remember Bella ever shedding her coat.

As the warmth now remained and the pain slightly subsided he turned to his stomach, looked up to the boxes where he saw Anastasia fall in, and he felt like a bastard.