((Tonight, the moon was high. Wolves howled as their paws patted against the floor with growling and drool following their path. They chased you and Lyra, through the woods as you seeked for a shelter.))

Spotting an old cabin, you and Lyra ducked into the cabin and closed the door shut, still hearing the pack howling and growling. But as you had just barricaded the door, Lyra lunged herself forward and stretched her body, but her groans told you that it wasn't her doing. It was happening soon.

You held the door, whilst also talking to Lyra and ensuring she stays a stable mind. But with how painful it is to resist, she couldn't hold it and howled together with the wolves outside, just as her transformation began. You saw and heard her body crack all over, her nails scratching down the floor as they grew into sharp claws. A growl came out of her.. showing she can't hold it far long enough.