Panted breaths and creaking bones filled the air, the dark room illuminated by the silver moonlight. Locked inside his quarters, Logan gritted his aching jaws as wave after wave of bone-breaking pain twisted through his body. Sweat slicked every inch of his skin as Logan lay writhing in his bed.

The only sound he could hear were his breaths and the pounding of his heart in his ears as the transformation rolled over him. Thick, blond fur erupted across his shoulders, limbs twisting into an odd mix between human and wolf.

Despite the torment, an instinct to keep his secret drove him to bite his tongue. In the darkened space, Logan fought the monstrous force, balancing on the edge of humanity. And just as he thought he could go through his suffering alone - he heard a knock at the door.

Whole body trembling, he ignored the muffled voice coming from behind the door, more focused on suppressing his cries of pain. Perhaps if he were quiet enough the person at the door would leave again.