“Calum, didn’t your grandfather already prove that he can’t be trusted?”
In response, he ripped out the steering wheel.
“CALUM! What the f**k?” I shouted as I snapped my fingers. The steering wheel returned to its original form.
He breathed heavily now. Fur sprouted on his arm before it receded. His eyes have become feral and his ears perked up.
“Calum. Calum, s**t! We need to get you out of the car!” I said hysterically. He opened his mouth and I saw that his canines elongated before they retreated again. I looked around us and was glad that the road was bordered by the forest on both sides.
He groaned and he hunched his back.
“It hurts. f**k it hurts! Please, please, make it stop!” He shrieked in Liata. Thanks for forcing me to learn Liata, Callan.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and mo
