“Please, let me help you…” Feixiao said softly, a gentle look in her eyes even as you growled and snarled at her. You could feel your blood pounding in your ears, your jaw clenching around nothing as you felt your canine fangs beginning to form.

“Feixiao…” Jiaoqiu said from behind her, a worried expression on his face as he tried to dissuade his friend from approaching any closer.

Feixiao merely ignored him, her foxian ears flattening against her head as she observed the way your muscles tensed and your form contorted.

You’d been bitten by a borisin wolf a few days ago, and ever since then, the lycan transformation had slowly begun to surface. You had tried to hide it from Feixiao, but she noticed almost instantly and left her duties to tend to you.