The screaming gave way to another howl. Fur flowed out of the skin as her bones finally shifted and her shins turned digitigrade as if it grew another joint; the magic in her blood finally crushed the human form from the inside and was remaking it in the wolf form. Blood seeped as her skin tore apart to let fur take its place, and I had a minute thought about what kind of contamination lycanthrope blood had. Lavender thrashed in her cot as she grew, breaking the magical ropes we conjured that had held her in place, and Katie raised her weapon to shoot her to sleep once more.