The brothers advanced on them, their eyes greedy and hungry for a fight. They were changing but the process for them seemed less fluid than it did when Russel changed. It almost looked painful. Their faces were even twisted into snarls of pain. Ro, the tall, slender one, was nearly bent over double, his eyes glaring at the two of them the whole time. The other three brothers didn’t look much better off, but they, at least, weren’t bent over double.

“What’s wrong with them?” ...