All I feel is pain, white-hot burning pain that rips at my skin as I start to transform. I only hope I am far enough away. I cry out, my voice hoarse and breaking, shifting into something inhuman, something fighting its way out of me, and I cannot stop it...I can never stop it.

My bones crack and shift as I fall to my knees. I claw at my skin, ripping it to shreds as human nails shift to claws. The last thing I see is the moss of the ground beneath me and the moon above me, and then I smell it...lavender and violets, and I cannot control myself.

I must find it.