The air grew unnaturally heavy, thick with a pressure that gnawed at the skin. Logan's eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming louder with each heartbeat.
Raphael's laughter didn't die down, it deepened, warping into something primal, guttural, filled with malice. His body trembled, muscles twitching as if struggling to contain something bursting from within.
Crack! Crack!
Bones popped and reshaped beneath his skin. His spine arched, lengthened, then snapped back with a sickening sound. Patches of coarse, midnight fur erupted across his flesh like wildfire. His once young and human-like face elongated grotesquely, his jaw pushing forward until a lupine snout extended outward, lined with razor-sharp fangs that gleamed under the fractured moonlight.
His eyes blazed crimson, burning with hunger and madness. His fingers warped into claws, black and jagged, dripping faint streaks of condensed frost.
