Over the following hour, my new senses become gentler. I don’t stop smelling the garbage or the bed or the bathroom or the forest air leaking through the window, but they all quiet. They fade into the background, and I gain the power to ignore them.

“You seem to be doing well,” Nick notes.

“Yeah.” I am doing well. I think I was right about these being superpowers. Even if I decide not to shift, I’m never going back on wolfsbane. After this, it’d be ...