All eyes were on Cyrus, who was frantically thinking of what to do.
"And before you tell us you don't want to shift on command," Elene taunted, "just show us your claws or canines. Fur maybe…"
"Anything really," Dalisay chimed in, and Cyrus went pale when he saw her. The girl offered him a sinister smile. "Remember me? Yeah, I cannot do these things too now, thanks to you! I am glad you know how it feels now."
He did not respond, his head lowering slowly as he realised it was officially over. He had lost.
"Cyrus, what are you doing?" Someone from his supporters asked. "Shift!"
It was only when he shut his eyes and let out a frustrated, defeated sigh that they all understood their leader had truly lost his wolf.
"But— how?" Someone whispered.
"He tasted his own medicine. Quite litera
