It felt like a bomb had detonated in his chest, and he put a hand on Goyle’s shoulder to steady himself. What the fuck was happening? Draco was still unfamiliar with his wolf, and he had a hard time accepting that the wolf was an extension of himself, and not a stranger trying to take control. The wolf was demanding, unhinged and unsettled. Despite the horrifying memories he had of the Room, he didn’t have a choice but to follow the trio. He needed to follow Granger. She couldn’t be left alone with Potter and Weasley, that he needed to be there.