Carter stalked over to his son, the wolf howling inside him. He reveled in that feeling. The sense of losing himself. The sense of letting the beast take over. That old, addictive feeling of being powerful. Of being dangerous. Of being the thing all others feared. He felt his muscles swell as he did, his body transforming again. It twisted and warped as he walked, his claws getting longer and deadlier. The fangs in his mouth grew several inches too. His vision getting sharper. To become one ...