Rashid took his shirt and pants off. He was now in his shorts as he morphed into a werewolf. His body was now large and hairy, and his fangs and claws were out.
But he wasn't as large as Daniel. His morphing reminded Lucky of Daniel so much that the boy stopped and looked at Rashid, observing him such that the others thought Lucky would not fight anymore.
"Haven't seen a werewolf before?" Rashid mused.
Lucky huffed out, "I have a powerful and larger one. They call him the Ultima wolf." Lucky said as he cracked his fingers. He could feel the armour on his right arm stabilize itself, ready to fight.
The armour was stuck on his skin. He could never remove it ever since that night he had worn it. Right now, during the red moons, when his instincts were on the edge, he could feel the armour etch deep inside his skin, making its way to his bone.
"Oh." Came Rashid's response.