Ducking down, I avoided the punch with ease, before grabbing Jacob by his waist.
Jacob, seeing through my intentions, slammed his elbow straight into my back.
But I didn't let go of my hold over him, as, twisting my body, I picked up Jacob before slamming him into the wall behind me.
Another loud impact echoed across the hall.
I expected Jacob to grunt in pain, but no sound could be heard.
Sensing no retaliation from him, I retreated a few steps, as my gaze paused on Jacob, who had his head turned down.
Crack.
Hm?
Hearing a strange sound, my eyes moved to find the source, only to stop at Jacob's hands—his fingers, to be exact.
Jacob's nails had begun to elongate, turning into sharp claws within seconds.
A partial werewolf transformation.
"Jacob control—"
The instructor's words were cut short, as Jacob raised his head to look at me.
His eyes had turned bloodshot, as the air around me began to slightly vibrate.
Was it mana pressure?
I didn't think so.
