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ARTEMISIA

I watched Sin as he strode to the window side. He tugged his hair and let out a low growl, making me think about what was happening to him.

Perhaps he was transforming? I mulled whilst remembering what I read on the internet.

He had said I shouldn't believe anything that was said there. But I could not help but wonder how he often transforms.

Would his bones break?

Would he be in agony, as stated?

And would he be bloodthirsty and look monstrous?

I couldn't stop picturing the way he would be in his wolf form. I had only seen his eyes swirling from black to golden. It was terrifying when I glanced at him during the transformation.

I doubt if I would want to stay in the same room as him if I see him in his wolf form.

“If the question is too difficult for you to answer, you need not,” I said, catching his attention.

Even though I know what the terms I asked him to explain meant, I wanted more clarification from him. He was a werewolf, and he would know how it works.

“No