It was a pain unlike any other. His body went rigid as a searing heat shot through him accompanied by the sharp, harsh cracks of breaking bones. He panted and moaned, trying to stretch his limbs. Trying to move any part of himself to relieve the fire burning through him. He couldn’t hear, or see, or feel the ground beneath his feet. His paws. They were paws now. It was almost over. With one last cry of pain as the final ripples of transformation washed over him, the large white wolf collapsed to the ground. A few moments later, a scent filled his nose. A soft breeze ruffled his fur and the wolf stood, sniffing deeply. 