Chapter 17 The Transformation.

The night was heavy with an almost tangible sense of foreboding. A thick fog had settled over Ashwood, muffling sounds and distorting shapes in the moonlight. I felt an inexplicable restlessness, a strange energy thrumming through my veins. The dreams had become more vivid, more insistent, and I could no longer ignore the changes happening within me. That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Sleep was elusive, my body thrumming with a strange, almost painful energy. I felt hot and cold all at once, and a low growl seemed to echo in the back of my mind. I tossed and turned, unable to find any comfort. Suddenly, a sharp pain sliced through my body, doubling me over. It felt as if my bones were on fire, twisting and contorting against my will. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pain intensified, and I felt my skin stretch and ripple, my senses sharpening to an almost unbearable degree. In a blur of agony and confusion, I watched my hands morph into la