Chapter 951  Removing The Wolf Inside


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    Now that the two had acknowledged what they were, Dean had noticed that the experiments had taken a slight turn. Rather than poking and prodding him, the experiments were more about Dean giving a lecture.


    He recounted the history that was passed down to him, and explained the intricacies of the werewolf world, including their lives and customs. All of the data was being inputted into a tablet, and even his voice was being recorded.


    At times, Dean second-guessed himself. In a lot of ways, this could be seen as a betrayal of their kind. Dean and the rest of his pack had been werewolves for an incredibly long time. Yet, it didn’t feel like that anymore, perhaps because Dean no longer felt like he was truly part of them. Sometimes, Dean was asked to explain certain rules and rituals.


    While this was happening, Rickle was off using his strange powers elsewhere. It didn’t give Dean a lot of confidence because it seemed like Rickle was analyzing his own strange power, the one that turned and changed items into another form. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out the rules himself. FiNd updates on


    Then one day, when Dean came in, instead of the normal large glass test tube that he would be placed in, there was a specially made chair, and next to it was a large tube filled with glowing liquid. It was shining so bright it was radiating light on the other side of the glass.


    “What is that?” Dean gulped, worried he was about to be injected with the strange substance.


    “If this works, that is...” Rickle said.


    The liquid started to bubble in the container, and immediately Dean could feel his heart thumping. It was thumping just the same as it would on a full moon, the thump sending shockwaves through his entire body.


    Almost immediately, he could feel his body changing, fur growing out of him, his teeth shape-shifting along with other features of his body.


    “Arghh!” Dean shouted and screamed.


    “Keep it going!” Rickle shouted, not sure if his words were getting through. He was keeping an eye on Dean and could see his forearm growing incredibly large to the point where the straps were starting to bend, even though they were made of a special type of metal.


    Dean’s body continued to transform and grow larger, and it was far more painful than when he usually turned. If anything, it reminded him of the first turning when his skin was shedding. The pain of it ripping apart was quite familiar and one he wouldn’t forget. So why now, of all times, was he feeling this pain? His eyes were closed; they had to be to try and focus on dulling the pain.


    “ARGHH!” Dean gave out one last frightful scream, and it felt like there was one large spike of pain, like tearing off a band-aid. His heart started to settle down, and as it did, he slowly opened his eyes. He could see something on the floor.


    It was dark in color, fairly large and brown like a rug, but it was moving.


    “Is that my... is that my fur!”