Price felt an unearthly sensation wash over him. A smoldering heat, a ravenous hunger, a consuming desire. The moon was rising, and with it, the curse that forever plagued him was reaching its zenith. He could feel it in his bones, the primal urge to howl, the insatiable need to run, the driving compulsion to hunt. His heart slammed against his ribs, and he battled to maintain his humanity.

A guttural sound rumbled in his chest as he gasped for breath, overtaken by the animal within.