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Luis never spoke as he lead me to the eastern tower where Linus' office resided. I didn't feel the need to question why he was a student here or why he was Linus' acting enforcer.

In a few minutes I'd traded one moody werewolf for one frightening weresnake. I ended up sat on his office's bay window while Linus stood, leaning his butt against the desk.

He had stripped off the suit jacket and now faced me with just the tailored pants, shoes and a deep, charcoal grey shirt.

"Nice to see you've accepted your place here, Jack. Nice uniform," he smirked.

"Whatever."

"Still hate me, Jack?" he actually pouted as he stood up.

I glared back at him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"What do you want, Eckhardt? I was hoping to get my studies started nice and early," I fake-gushed.

"Such an honour-driven young man." He stepped forward and grinned as I gripped the window seat. "Good to see you know your place with or without that pain-stakingly arrogant attitude of yours," he smirked.

"Cut to the chase."

"I brought you here to make sure you know whose boss, so to speak," he replied.

"Fine. Your the boss. What more do you want from me?" I demanded.

"I believe your family predicament will prevent you from escaping Haven, but I don't think it will prevent your rebellious nature," he spoke as he started rolling back his sleeves.

"How are you going to accomplish that?"

"Simple."

In a blur of movement I was suddenly airborne. With a crash I hit the desk hard and tumbled to the floor. I was winded and tried hard to relearn how to breathe. Fuck, he was strong! I raised a hand and gripped the edge of the desk and attempted to stand up. I felt dazed and confused.

Linus was fast too. Too fucking fast!

I looked up and found him standing before me. He grinned down at me and wrapped a hand around my throat. He lifted me with ease and with his free hand he swept the desk clean of its computer, lamp, all the clutter. He then slammed me down onto the hard, varnished wood. He gripped my neck and turned me until my head hung off the edge of the desk. I found myself looking up at Linus, his whole body upside down.

He dropped to one knee so that we were eye level. His eyes had slipped to that toxic yellow-green again with the slit-pupil. He tightened his grip around my neck as he reached into his pocket and pulled a small stoppered plastic container from inside.

"Here at Haven we try and help rehabilitate wereanimals who are troubled, disturbed and dangerous to the common man," he grinned as I struggled against his hand. "You need to realise that I will break you. Either you follow me into the depths of Hell itself willingly, or I stab you in the back and feed you to the wolves...funnily enough."

I couldn't take my eyes off that stoppered container. Inside, a dozen or so small black-and-white tablets resided.

Linus saw me looking and asked, "Do you want to know what these are?" he even have the container a little shake, making the contents rattle.

I looked into that toxic glare and nodded. My eyes a little wide from panic.

"This drug is designed to heighten the feral side of all wereanimals." He grinned and asked, "Do you know what two instincts every animal in the world has in common?"

I nodded again.

He stopped smiling and said, "Two needs, two instincts; the need to fight and the desire to fuck." His voice was low and menacing, dancing up and down my arms, giving me goosebumps. I wanted him gone. I wanted to be as far from him as possible, and for a brief heartbeat, I'd have even sacrificed Emma's safety to escape this snake's touch.

It was that thought that stopped me struggling, made me calm down a notch and breathe through my nose, nice, steady inhalations. I stared up at Linus and saw his forked tongue slip between his thinning lips. Scales blossomed along his neck in a pale green wash, they looked prominent and stark against his dark flesh.

"How long have you been a werewolf, Jack?" he asked, loosening his grip a little so I could respond.

"Three years," I breathed.

"And how many times have you transformed without the wiles of the moon snatching away this human form?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Never."

His hand squeezed a little harder as he commanded, "Open your mouth, open it wide or your sister is wolf meat!"

I slowly, but surely did as he asked. He popped the stopper on the container one handed, and placed the container on the desk beside me. He plucked a tablet from inside and popped it into my mouth. He yanked my mouth shut with both hands, releasing my throat. He watched me from inches away, his tongue danced across my cheek as I swallowed audibly.

He grinned wider and then released me. He grabbed the container, stoppered it and went for the nearby cabinet where he stashed it without looking at me.

More scales spilled down his exposed forearms. A light shudder danced down my spine as the drug worked itself into my system.

I could suddenly hear my heartbeat. It got louder and louder, faster and faster like a drum being beaten viciously. I could feel a cold sweat beading my skin. My body temperature sky-rocketed as I gripped the desk's edge and fought the fine shudder that coursed through my body.

"W-What-"

I rolled over and spilled to the floor. I could feel my flesh strain and tear, bones popped. I felt like I was being pulled apart one piece at a time. I felt my jawline pop out of place and then the flesh, the skin started to elongate. My ears sunk into my skull, as new canine ones burst from the top of my head.

I felt crazed, crazed with need as my teeth sharpened, grew in size and formed fangs in my newly-forming muzzle. My hair grew, thicker and thicker, longer and longer, it faded from black to grey to white and spilled around my neck and down my body underneath the uniform.

I heard the material tear like wet paper, buttons popped as my chest expanded, ribs shattered and lengthened with painful scraping noises.

It was happening. I was changing! And I'd never been so aware of it.

Always during a full moon I blacked out when the moon's light gripped me and, as Linus' poetically put it, snatched away what humanity I possessed in an instant.

"I think I may need to get you a new uniform after all of this is done," Linus said as he undid the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off his lean, toned chest.

More scales blossomed over his body. He collapsed to all fours and yanked his pants free from his lower body. He let out a bark of laughter as his legs moulded and fused together, forming a thick, serpentine tail that stretched out across the office floor.

A snake's hood sprang free from Linus' head as his beaded cornrows spilled around his face. His nose sank into his face until only the slits of his nostrils remained. They flared as he scented the air, scented the changling in front of him. Me! His jaw cracked and his smile widened. Long, dagger-like fangs sprang free from the roof of his mouth. He stood...raised up to tower over me. His arms were still human, and seemed more muscular than before, his fingers looked longer with long blackened nails at the tips like knives.

He looked...frightening.

The forefront of my mind screamed attack! The back of my mind demanded I run.

The scales at his lower waist peeled open. A thick, deep purple member spilled out and throbbed almost painfully in front of the snakeman.

Fright turned to anxiousness, then melted into excitement. Suddenly I was lusting after him. As my tail sprang free, the last of my clothes peeled and fell to the muscular, slightly taller, white-furred body that was mine. I growled with need and desire, my pale blue eyes focused on that throbbing muscle, my own genitalia ached and grew, spilling free from the furred sheath, its blood red colour looked stark against the white of my groin. Heavy orbs hung underneath, demanding to be emptied in one grand rush of need and desire.

I wanted Linus. I wanted the man, snake, thing who'd threatened to kill my sibling and ruin my life. I wanted to be fucked by him, to be fucked by what hung at his lower waist.

_ What was happening to me!?_